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‘TEMPORIBUS maestitiz versus componere quos tibi offero 
magnum mihi attulit solatium ; eosque colligere collectosque 
in usum amicorum edere gratus fuit labor. Nonnulli versus 
sunt quos composui cum negotii causa cotidie in urbem per 
ferrea strata viarum vehebar, —alios ut dixit eruditissimus ille 
vir Henricus Drury, in rure reducto, procul ab amicis, procul a 
libris, procul a doctissimorum colloquio, solus et tacitus et ali- 
quando tristissimus in lucem protuli. Genium poetz Phoebi- 
que afflatum mihi prorsus deesse minime me latet, et teme- 
rarius esset meo quidem judicio qui hzc carmina poemata ap- 
pellaret. 

Opusculum meum amicis trado. Fortasse eorum sunt qui 


solent 


‘Meas esse aliquid putare nugas.’ 


SCRIBEBAM BOSTONIA, MDCCCLXXIII. 


ELENCHUS CARMINUM. 


CARMINA ANSERINA . 
CARMINA VARIA 


TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE, &C. . 


FABULAE, 


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CARMINA ANSERINA 


“Restrained methods of versifying, to which industrious ignorance 


has sometimes voluntarily subjected itself.” — 


JOHNSON: Life of Ser Thomas Browne. 


THE GRENADIER. 


. 


Wuo comes here? 

A grenadier. 
What do you want? 
A pot of beer. 
Where’s your money ? 
I forgot. 
Get you gone, 
You drunken sot. 


MILES EBRIOSUS. 


Quis venit huc ? 
Miles sum. 

Quid vis ? 

Cervisiae cyathum. 
An nummos? Non. 
Foras 1; 

Pauper et ebrius 
Displices mi. 


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II. 
THE POOR MAN. 


THERE was a man and he had naught, 
And robbers came to rob him ; 

But he climbed up the chimney-top, 
And then they thought they had him ; 
But he went down on t’other side, 
And so they couldn’t find him. 

He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, 
And never looked behind him. 


ΕΣ 


PAUPER. 


EGENUS erat olim vir, 
Habebat nil in domo: 
Quum furibus invasus est 
Sic fugit vafer homo. 

Quum illi ruunt in domum 
Evadit per caminum : — 
(Fortasse miser supplicat 
Auxilium divinum). 
Descendens clam latronibus 
Ab illis non videtur, 

Et fugit pernix per agros, 
Terrore nam impletur. 

Per dies fugit quindecim: 
Non tardat nox currentem ; — 
Nec respicit ne videat 
Sicarium se sequentem. 


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IDEM. 


In egestate vixit vir 
Securus hic sub tecto. 
Ad illum fures veniunt 
(Ut viro interfecto 
Peculia ejus spolient). 
Sed ruens per caminum 
Evadit fures rapide, 
Effugiens ruinam. 
Currebat dies quindecim 
Et caput non retorsit, 
Ne fures videat, et timens 
Ne praesens ei mors sit. 


Ill. 


PERSECUTION. 


GOUSEY, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander? 

Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady’s chamber ; 
There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers ; 
1 took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs. 


PERSECULIO: 


Quo nunc vagaris 
Anser, ansercule ? 
Sursum, interdum 

Et deorsum mehercule ! 
Cubiculo herae 
Propinquans obveni 
Nuper, ut accidit, 
Impio seni. 


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Nolentem orare 

Et cruribus raptum 
Hunc domo ejeci_ 
Tam prospere captum. 


IV. 
THE PIPER'S SON, 


Joun, John, the piper’s son 

Stole a pig, and away he run: 

The pig was eat, and John was beat, 
And John ran crying down the street. 


TIBICINIS, PILIUS: 


JOHANNES, Johannes, tibicine natus 
Fugit perniciter porcum furatus: 

Sed porcus voratus, Johannes delatus, 
Et plorans per vias est fur flagellatus. 


v. 
THE SHAMELESS GIRL. 


Wuat care I how black I be? 
Forty pounds will marry me. 

If forty won’t, then fifty shall, 

For I’m my mother’s bouncing gal. 


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EMP UDCA: 


Quip est mihi quod nigra sim? 
Aureos habeo bis decim. 

Satin’ est dos? Non, dicis 
Alteros adde tot illis. 

Dabit mihi dos virum ; 
Robusta matris filia sum. 


Quop fusca sim 

Non vexat me: 

Nummi possunt 

Me ducere. 

Pauca offero? Plura do. 
Apta alicui sum viro. 


VI. 
TACKY HORNER. 


Litt.e Jack Horner sat in a corner, 
Eating a Christmas pie : 

He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, 
And said, “What a good boy am I!” 


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HORNERUS. 


Hornerus Johannes 
In angulo sedet 
Mustaceum magnum 
In manibus tenet. 

FE medio gaudens 
Extrahit prunum, 

“ Puerorum bonorum 
En aspice unum ! ” 


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IDEM. 


In angulo foci Hornerus sedebat 

Crustum devorans quod ei placebat. 

E medio prunum astute tractabat, 

Et “ bonus sum puer” vehementer clamabat. 


VII. 
THE MILEBE: 


THERE was a jolly miller, 

And he lived by the River Dee ; 
And this was the burden of his sone. 
“JT jump, mejerrime jee! 

I care for nobody, no not I; 

And nobody cares for me.” 


HILARIS MOLITOR. 


Erat molitor hilaris 

Et vivebat ad rivum Dee, 
Et saepe sibi canebat, — 
“‘Salio, mejerrime jee! 
Nullum in mundo curo 
Nec ullus curat me!” 


ALITER. 


Molendinarius laetus 
Vivebat in ripa Dee. 
Culicem forte sensit 
Furensque clamavit, “ Ohe! 
Dic mihi, culex, verum, 
Momordistine me?” 

Tunc culicem saxo tundebat 
Qui periit flebile. 


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VIII. 
THE MADMAN. 


THERE was a man, 

He took a knife, 

And said to a lady, 
“Will you be my wife? 


For, if you won’t, - 
ΤΊ] have your life.” 
oir, Says she; 

“Tl be your wife.” 


FURIOSUS. 


ERAT vir 

Armatus cultro: 
Puellae dixit 

“Mi nubes —wltro# 
Si dices non 
Occidam te.” 
Respondit illa 
“Duc; si vis, me.” 


ΙΧ. 
THE BLIND MAN. 


THERE was a man in our town, 

And he was wondrous wise: 

He jumped into a bramble bush 
And scratched out both his eyes. 
And when he saw his eyes were out, 
With all his might and main, 

He jumped into the bramble bush 
And scratched them in again. 


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CAECUS. 


In urbe nostra erat vir 
Ut sapiens laudatus : 

In vepres tamen irruit 
Et occulis est orbatus. 


Quum novit coecum esse se 
In vepres iterum vectus 
Recepit lumen ; illo die 
Is oculis est perfectus. 


IDEM. 


ΑΒ Oriente venit vir, 

Et sapiens erat iste: 

In vepres tamen latus est 
Et inde factum triste. 
Fiebat coecus, — iterum 
Se jecit in vepretum, 
Recepit lumen sic ille 
Quod antea est deletum. 


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THE NOSE. 


NosE, nose, jolly red nose, 

And what gave you that jolly red nose? 
Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, 
They gave me this jolly red nose. 


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NASUS RUBICUNDUS. 


Nase hilaris et rubicunde, 

Quis te pinxit tam jucunde? 
Saccharum, cinnamum, cassia, vinum, 
Haec colorem dant divinum. 


DIF 
ROBIN AND RICHARD. 


Rosin and Richard are two pretty men ; 
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten ; 
Then up starts Robin, and looks in the sky, 
“Oh, brother Richard, the sun’s very high! 
You go on with the bottle and bag, 

And I’ll come after with jolly Jack Nag.” 


FRATRES OTIOSI. 


Homines belli Richardus Robinusque 
Mirabile dictu stertebant adusque 

Ad tertiam horam, quum unus assurgit, 

Et tempus observat, et fratrem inurget. 

“ Surgamus mi frater, in coelo est sol ; 

I prae care frater, et tunc edepol, 

Si amphoram vexeris, non magno intervallo 
Ego te sequar in parvo caballo.” 


ΧΙΙ. 
DISCORD. 


To bed, to bed, says Sleepy Head ; 
Let’s stay a while says Slow ; 

Put on the pot, says Greedy Gut, 
We'll sup before we go. 


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VARIAE SENTENTIAE. 


Eamus nunc ad cubitum 
Clamabat dormitator. 
Moremur paulum potius 
Dicebat huic Cunctator. 
Non sine coena dormio, 7 
Locutus est Vorator. 


GONG 
DEE SCRUEL HUSBAND. 


LITTLE Jacky Ginger, had a wife of silver, 
Took a stick and broke her back, 
And threw her out the window. 


CRUDELIS CONJUX. 


ZINZIBER JOHANNES uxorem habebat, 
Ex argento perfectam quam non diligebat : 
Sic, fuste arrepto ejus spinam contusit, 
Et membra disjecta per fenestram profusit. 
IDEM. 
RicuHarpus Dilver* 
Uxorem habebat 
Ex argento factam 
Cujus spinam frangebat 
Et mutilam sic 
Molitori vendebat. 
Accipere eam 
Ile nolebat 
Crudeliterque 
In rivum mittebat. 


* Varia lectio. 


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XIV, 


JACK SPRATT. 


Jack Spratt could eat no fat, 

His wife could eat no lean ; 

So ’twixt them both they cleared the bones, 
And licked the platter clean. 


ΞΡ DUS, UXOR EL FELIS. 


JOHANNES SPRATT non edit pingue 
Et odit uxor macrum, 

Sic carnis linquunt in lance 

Ne quidem simulacrum. 


XV. 
THE LITTLE MAN. 


THERE was a little man, and he had a little gun, 

And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead ; 

And he shot Johnny Sprigg through the middle of his wig, 
And knocked it right off his head, head, head. 


PUMILIO. 


PUMILIO erat 

Cui fuit sclopetum 
Cujus plumbeae glandes 
Spargebant letum. 

Is medium Spriggi 

Figit galerum 

Johannis revelans 

Sic caput verum. 


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HOMUNCULUS. 


HOMUNCULUS erat 
Habens sclopetum 
Et plumbea missilia 
Spargentia letum. 
Johannis Spriggi 
Caput trajecit, 
Crinitum ante 

Is calvum fecit. 


ΧΥΙ. 


JOHN O’GUDGEON. 


Joun O’GuDGEoN, he was a wild man ; 

He flogged his children now and then ; 

And, when he flogged them, he made them dance 
Out of Ireland into France. 


FLAGELLIFER. 


JOHANNES O’GUDGEON ejus natos mastigat 
Severe subinde cum furor instigat, 

Et sic eos flagellat ut saltant dolore 

Ex Anglia in Galliam stillantes cruore. 


x VA 
ΤΑΡΕΡῪ. 


Tarry was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief ; 

Taffy came to my house, and stole a leg of beef ; 
I went to Taffy’s house, — Taffy was in bed ; 

I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head. 


Lad 


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CAMBRIUS FUR. 


TAFFEIUS erat Cambrius et idem fur vocatus } 
Et plenum os medullae a me est hic furatus, 
Qui eum domum persequens in lecto opprimo 
Et plagas multas capiti huic ipso osse do. 


XVIII. 
POOR AND RICH. 


WHEN I was a little boy, I washed my mammy’s dishes 
Now I am a great boy I roll in gold and riches 


PAUPER ET DIVES. 


LANCES immundas 
Matri tergebam, 
Pauper et puer 

(Nam nummis egebam.) 
Sed nunc adultus 

Sum auro potitus, 

In auro voluto 

Nil ego invitus. 


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THE.MURDER. 


As I climbed up a sandy hill, 

I met a sandy boy O! 

I cut his throat, and sucked his blood, 
And left his skin a hanging O! 


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LETUM PUERI. 


Ur clivem arenae 
Nuper scandebam 
Puero arenae 
Obveniebam, 
Gulamque ejus 
Cultro caedebam 
Atque cruorem 
Haustu sorbebam 
Sed pellem miselli 
Siccari sinebam. 


EOS 
THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS 


THERE were three boys a skating went 
All on a summer’s day. 

The ice was thin, they all fell in, 

The rest they ran away. 


Now, had these children been at home, 
Or skating on dry ground, 

Ten thousand pounds to one penny, 
They had not all been drowned. 


Ye parents who have children dear, 
And ye, too, who have none, 

If you would have them safe abroad, 
Why, keep them safe at home. 


Te ee ge ee 


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CAEDES INNOCENTIUM 


PER glaciem tres pueri 
Ludentes in aestate 
Immersi sunt, sed reliqui 
Fugebant festinate. 


In schola si fuissent hi 
In terra si lusissent, 

Non dubito quin pueri 
Immersi non fuissent. 


Parentes quibus nati sunt 
Et vos orbati natis, 

Ut salvi vobis foris sint 
Hos domi teneatis. 


XXI. 


THE WORLD CHANGED. 


Ir all the world were apple-pie, 

And all the sea were ink, 

And all the trees were bread and cheese, 
What should we have to drink ? 


MUNDUS MUTATUS. 


Cum mundus totus crustum est, 
Et atramentum mare, — 

Cum panis caseus arbores, 
Quid restat tunc potare? 


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THE LITTLE HUSBAND, 


I HAD a little husband no bigger than my thumb ; 

I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bade him drum ; 
I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose, 
And a pair of little braces to fasten on his hose. 


CONJUX PUSILLUS. 


HABEBAM parvum conjugem 
Quem pollice minorem, 
Imposui in cyatho | 
Ut faceret clamorem. 
Huic emi sudariolum 
Ut nasum detergeret, 
Et parvas periscelides 
Ut braccas retineret. 


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ἘΣΤΙ. 
THE OLD WOMAN. 


THERE was an old woman called nething at all, 
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small ; 
A man opened his mouth to its utmost extent, 
And down at a gulp house and old woman went. 


VETULA INEFELIX. 


Dicra “nihil-omnino” olim anus vivebat 
q Et domo pusill¥ haec anus gaudebat, 
Quam maximum potuit vir os extendebat 
Et domum vetulamque uno haustu sorbebat ! 


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XXIV. 
THE ORCHARD. 


In the green orchard there stands a green tree, 
And none in the orchard is fairer to see : 
The apples are ripe ; and, before ever they fall, 
Reuben and Robin shall gather them all. 


POMARIUM. 


In viridi pomario 

Stat arbor viridis 

Nec malus prestabilior 
In terra est quam is. 
Matura ejus mala sunt 
Et ante decident 
Reuben Robinusque 
Hec omnia colligent. 


XXYV. 


JACK SPRATIS CAT: 


Jack Spratt had a cat, and it had but one ear: 
It went to buy butter when butter was dear. 


SPRATTI FELIS. 


JOHANNES Spratt olim felem habebat 

Et unica aure hec felis gaudebat, 

Sed butyrum heus! semper magni emebat. 
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XXXVI. 


CROMWELL. 
Ti 


OLIVER CROMWELL he had a big nose, 

As large as a parsnip, as red as a rose ; 

And he cut off the head of King Charles the First, 
Which no other one but brave Coppernose durst. 


Il. 


Cromwellius Oliverus magnum nasum habebat, 
Magnitudine rapa, ut rosa rubebat ; 

Is Caroli primi caput caedebat . 
(Cuprinaso excepto hoc nemo audebat). 


Ill. 


Cromwellius cui fuit nasus in ore, 

Enormis ut rapa, sed rosa rubore, 

Regem sacrosanctum, en miseram sortem ! 
Audacior omnibus, damnavit ad mortem. 


Vis 


Cromwellius dictator naso distinctus 

Vir est a quo Carolus Rex est exstinctus ; 
Nam capite Carolum is immite truncavit, 
Et prae aliis torvus regem vita privavit. 


ive 


Rex Angliz Carolus, et martyr vocatus 

Ab Cromwellio ad mortem est olim damnatus. 
Regisque amicos multos expulit domo 
Cromwellius iste, nasutissimus homo. 


SS ΨΥ Θ᾿ 


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VI. 


Dictator et dux Cromwell Oliverus 
Nasutus et torvus erat judex severus. 
Consilio ejus occisus est rex, 

Nefas ! sed isti quid fuit tunc lex? 


Vil. 


Fanaticus Cromwell est praeditus naso 
Ingente, splendente simili cupreo vaso. 
Dictator est factus, et rege necato 
Regnabat per patriam — sic visum est fato. 


VIIl. 


Per artes nefandas rex ad mortem est ductus. 
Hinc lachrymae multae et flebilis luctus. 
Rex Carolus erat, — Cromwell carnifex ejus. 
(Preeeminens naso). Quid facto hoc pejus ? 


IX. 


Cromwell Oliverus victor terra marique 

Regem Angliz Carolum caedit inique, 

Nam caput truncabat, vir audax, dolosus 

Etiam fortis ad facinus, sed nunquam formosus. 


Xx. 


Cromwellius dictator Lelyio depictus 
Pugnabat persaepe sed raro devictus. 
Nasutus hic homo quem nemo amavit 
Audacior sociis ejus regem necavit. 


XI. 


Non fuit dictator Cromwellius formosus 
‘Cuem regis amicus est quisque perosus), 
Nam nimio naso hic latro gaudebat, 

Qui Caroli morte Angliam luctu replebat. 


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XII. 


Oliverus Cromwellius magnum nasum hahebat ; 
Pastinacaé nam major ut rosa splendebat. 
Caput Caroli regis dictator caedebat : 

Facinus quod solus non iste horrebat. 


XIII. 


Rex Carolus primus vir valde astutus 
Cedebat Cromwellio. Hic homo nasutus 
Caput regis truncabat. Non ducem angebat, 
Nam ausi sunt pauci quod iste audebat. 


ΧΧΥΠ. : 
HUMPTY DUMPTY. 


Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall ; 

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. 

Not all the king’s horses, nor all the queen’s men, 
Can put Humpty Dumpty back again. 


HUMPTIUS DUMPTIUS. 


Humprtius Dumprtius in vallo sedebat ; 
Humptius Dumptius e vallo cadebat ; 

Nec regis equi nec reginae viri 

Corpus restituere possunt Humpti Dumpti. 


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ΧΧΥΠΙ. 
ΠΝ ΕΠΠΠΕΤΕ: 


As I went up Pippen Hill 
(Pippen Hill was dirty), 
There I met a pretty Miss, 
And she dropt me a curt’sy. 


Little Miss, pretty Miss, 
Blessings light upon you! 

If I had half a crown in purse, 
Τ᾽ ἃ spend it all upon you. 


COLLIS: PIREENUS. 


CLIvE PIPPENO ut spatiabar 

(Luto madebat cum illic vagabar) 
Puellae occurrebam et quod minime rere, 
Genu soluto me jubet salvere. 


Puellarum quot sunt O virgo tam bella, 
Sis felicissima O virgo tenella ! 

Et auro et argento si non vacarem 
Multa et pulchra tibi donarem. 


XXIX. 
BRYAN O’LYNN. 


Bryan O’LyNN and his wife and his wife’s mother, 

They went over a bridge all three together ; 

The bridge was broken, and they fell in, — 

“The devil go with all!” quoth Bryan O’Lynn.” 
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BRYAN “OLY NING 


BRYAN O’LYNN per pontem trementem 
Traducit uxorem suam matrem tenentem ; 
Sed ponte delapso in aquam merguntur, 
Nam Bryan cadentem matronae sequuntur, 
Qui mersus in undis exclamat furore 
‘Daemon me capiat cum socru et uxore!”’ 


OG, 
BRYAN O’LYNN’S BREECHES. 


Bryan O’Lynwn had no breeches to wear, 

So he bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair ; 
“With the woolly side out, and the other side in, 

Faith, they’re cool and convanient,” said Bryan O’Lynn. 


BRACCAE BRYAN O’LYNN. 


Bryan O’ Lynn nullas braccas habebat 
Sic pellem ovillam is sibi emebat 

Up faceret braccas, et illis perfectis 
Laneis extrinsecus, et cruribus tectis, 
Opus finitum Bryan magne placebat ; 
“Fn aptas! decentes !” persaepe dicebat. 


CARMINA VARIA. 


JULIANA. 


COUGHING in a shady grove 
Sat my Juliana ; 

Lozenges I gave my love, 
Tpecacuanha ; 

From the box the imprudent maid 
Threescore of them did pick ; 

Then sighing tenderly she said, 
““My Damon, I am sick.” 


JULIANA. 


TUSSIENS in nemore 
Sedebat Juliana ; 

Trochos egrae praebui 
(Ipecacuanha) ; 

Ter decem e pyxide 
Inscia depromebat, 

Statim cum suspirio 
Omnes evomebat. 


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ΤΙ: 
SWEET WESTERN WIND. 
HERRICK. 


SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, 
Made rival with the air, 

To give Perenna’s lips a kiss, 
And fan her wanton hair ; 

Bring me but one, I’ll promise thee, 
Instead of common showers, 

Thy wings shall be embalmed by me, 
And all beset with flowers. 


AD FAVONIUM. 


Favonli cui feliciter 
Contingit basiare 

Perennam aeris aemulo 

Et comas ventilare 
Protervas, adfer suavium huc 
Et alae imbuentur 

A me odore pro imbri 

Et floribus tegentur. 


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III. 
AMARYLLIS. 
HERRICK. 


ΗΕ. 


My dearest love, since thou wilt go, 
And leave me here behind thee, 
For love or pity let me know 
The place where I may find thee. 


SHE. 


InN country meadows pearled with dew, 
And set about with lilies, 

There, filling maunds with cowslips, you 
May find your Amaryllis. 


HE. 


Wuat have the meads to do with thee 
And with thy youthful hours ? 

Live thou at court, where thou may’st be 
The queen of men, not flowers. 

Let country wenches make ’em fine 
With roses, since ’tis fitter 

For thee with richest gems to shine 
And like the stars to glitter. . 


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AMARYLLIS. 


lic 


CARISSIMA, quum abeas 
Et linquas me moerentem, 
Amoris causa dic ubi 
Reperiam te latentem. 


ILLA. 


In prato ruris roscido 
Quod liliis impletur 

Flores legens calathis 
Amaryllis requiretur. 


ἘΠῚ: 


Quid pratis tecum, que tuae 
Aetati cura horum? 
Ad regiam — regina sis 
Non florum sed virorum. 
Rusticae se decorent 
Rosis, nam decet his puellis, 
Sed gemmis te splendescere 
Et fulgere clarius stellis. 


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ΙΝ. 
Lt DESEREED HOUSE. 
TENNYSON. 


LiFe and thought have gone away 
Side by side, 

Leaving doors and windows wide, 
Careless tenants they ! 


All within is dark as night, 

In the windows is no light ; 
And no murmur at the door, 
So frequent on its hinge before. 


Close the door, the shutters close, 
Or through the windows we shall see 
The nakedness and vacancy 

Of the dark, deserted house. 


Come away: no more of mirth 
Here or merry-making sound. 

The house was builded of the earth, 
And shall fall again to ground. 


Come away ; for life and thought 

Here no longer dwell, 

But in a city glorious — 

A great and distant city — have bought 
A mansion incorruptible. 

Would they could have staid with us! 


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DOMUS DESERTA. 
TENNYSON. 


Vitra Mensque evolarunt 
Se foventes ; 

Fores ac fenestras linquunt 
En! patentes. 

Intus est nox tenebrosa, 
Nec scintilla 

Lucis per fenestras lucet, 
Atque illa 

Janua antea tam arguta 


(Cardo aeque) 


Silet. Fores claude, claude 
Valvas, neque 

Per fenestras videamus 
Quam neglectum 

Atrum, nudum et inane 

Stet hoc tectum. 


_Linque domum, — posthac nam est 
Tristis locus. 
Risus fugit hinc proinde, — 
Abest jocus. 


Veni, non hic hilaris sonus 
Audietur. 

Terrae domus luto facta 
Nunc reddetur. 

Linque domum, — Vita, Mensque 
Abierunt, 

Et in urbe alta, sacra 

Nunc emerunt 

Domum sibi quae manebit, — 
Discesserunt. 

Ah si hic nobiscum adsint ! 
Sed fugerunt. 


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Υ. 
THE OWL. 
TENNYSON. 


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WHEN cats run home, and light is come, 
And dew is cold upon the ground, 

And the far-off stream is dumb, 

And the whirring sail goes round, 

And the whirring sail goes round, 

Alone and warming his five wits 

The white owl in the belfry sits. 


Ws 


When merry milk-maids click the latch, 
And rarely smells the new-mown hay, 

And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch 
Twice or thrice his roundelay, 

Twice or thrice his roundelay ; 

Alone and warming his five wits 

The white owl in the belfry sits. 


STRIX ALBA. 


Cum feles domum fugiunt 

Et alma lux lucescit, 

Cum humi ros est gelidus 

Et rivulus quiescit, 

Cum vela rotant stridula (bis) 
Quae multa secum reputet 
Strix alba turri insidet. 


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Cum mane surgunt virgines 
Et pratum olet feno, 

Cum gallus clara carmina 
Cantavit ore pleno, — 

Bis terque clara carmina 
Cantavit ore pleno ; 

Quae multa secum reputet 
Strix alba turri insidet. 


VI. 
PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES: 
(TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870.) 


Wuicu I wish to remark, — 
And my language is plain, — 
That for ways that are dark, 
And for tricks that are vain, 
The heathen Chinee is peculiar, 
Which the same I would rise to explain. 


Ah Sin was his name ; 
And I shall not deny, 

In regard to the same, 
What that name might imply ; 

But his smile it was pensive and childlike, 
As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye. 


It was August the third, 
And quite soft was the skies ; 
Which it might be inferred 
That Ah Sin-was likewise : 
Yet he played it that day upon William 
And me ig a way I despise. 


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Which we had a small game, 
And Ah Sin took a hand : 
It was euchre. The same 
He did not understand ; 
But he smiled as he sat by the table, 
With the smile that was childlike and bland. 


Yet the cards they were stocked 
In a way that I grieve ; 

And my feelings were shocked 
At the state of Nye’s sleeve, 

Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, 
And the same with intent to deceive. 


But the hands that were played 
By that heathen Chinee, 

And the points that he made, 
Were quite frightful to see, 

Till at last he put down a right bower, 
Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. 


Then I looked up at Nye, 
And he gazed upon me ; 

And he rose with a sigh, 
And said, “ Can this be? 

We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor” — 
And he went for that heathen Chinee. 


In the scene that ensued 
I did not take a hand ; 

But the floor it was strewed 
Like the leaves on the strand 

With the cards that Ah Sin‘had been hiding, 
In the game “he did not understand.” 


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In his sleeves, which were long, 
He had twenty-four packs — 

Which was coming it strong ; 
Yet I state but the facts: 

And we found on his nails, which were taper, 
What is frequent in tapers, — that’s wax. 


Which is why I remark, 
And my language is plain, 

That for ways that are dark, 
And for tricks that are vain, 

The heathen Chinee is peculiar, — 
Which the same I am free to maintain. 


PAGANUS SINENSIS. 


Quop volo narrare 
Et simplicibus verbis — 
In coeptis obscuris 
- Et dolis protervis 
Stat solus Paganus Sinensis ; 
Et hoc enarrabo his turbis. 


Nomen ei fuit Ah Sin, 

Nec possum negare 

Ejus mores retulisse 

Quod hoc vult indicare ; 

Sed ridebat pueriliter — blande, — 
Ut saepe cogebar notare. 


In nona Septembris 

Sub aethere aperto, 

(Sperabamus hunc stultum 

Sed) fraude et furto 

Decepit Gulielmum — meipsum — 
In modo a quo me averto. 


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Ludebamus nos chartis, — 

Et cum nobis ludebat 
Paganus qui ludum 

Non intelligebat, 

Sed ridebat pueriliter semper, 
Ut me, sodalemque tondebat. 


Ut chartae sunt mixtae 

Me pudet narrare ; 
Sodalisque me anxit 

Qui novit celare 

In manicis optimas chartas, 
Intentus, si posset, fraudare. 


Sed longum est dictu 

Ut nos Sin elusit, 

Ut chartas celavit, 

Et omnes confusit ; 

Et unam e meis subductam 
In medium palam profusit. 


Intuebar sodalem 

Intuentem in me ; 

Suspirans surrexit, 

“ΕΠ πε" Nonne 

Hic perdit nos labor Sinensis ἢ ἢ 
Et tunditur Ah Sin iste. 


Tunc solus sodalis 

Eum pugnis pectebat, 

Et terram ut foliis 

Is chartis struebat 

Celatis Pagano qui ludum 
Non bene hunc intelligebat. 


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In toga Johannic’los 

Triginta et plures 

Reperimus. (Si falsum 

Me vivum combures), 

Et in unguibus teretibus ceram, 
Qua semper utuntur hi fures. 


Hoc est quare renarro 

Et simplicibus verbis ; 

In coeptis obscuris 

Et dolis protervis, 

Sui generis est Ah Sin Paganus, 
Et hoc declarabo his turbis. 


VII; 
THE, BALLAD OF BOSS, BILEEER: 


Ir was four pirates of Gotham City, 
They went a-sailing out to sea 

In a long, low, black, brass-mounted schooner, 
Which carried the name of ‘Tammanee. 

There was Rueful Richard, and Cunning Peter, 
And Joky Oakey, and Boss Billee. 


Now, when they had been some years a-sailing, 
It blowed a regular jamboree ; 

And overboard fell Rueful Richard, ἡ 
A-leaving his debts to his deputee. 

“ Push him under,” says Joky Oakey, 
“It takes all our craft to carry three.” 


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Now, when they had sailed a little farther, 
There came a big ship up on their lee, 

And the skipper hollered through his trumpet, 
“Whoever the devil may you be?” 

Then Joky Oakey snapped his fingers : 
“What will you do about it?” says he. 


The skipper he called to Charles O’Conor, 
“Just hand that big chap up to me.” 

So Charles he reached down into the schooner, 
And jerked Boss Bill out suddenlee. 

And the last that was seen of Master William, 

The skipper had him over his knee. 


When Joky Oakey saw this happen, 
He fell a-weeping bitterlee. 

“ Ah, were I again an honest peddler 
Of second-hand puns and poetree ! 

Alas ! there isn’t in all Joe Miller 
A joke for this catastrophe.” 


To Joky Oakey, said Cunning Peter, — 
“With your expressions you're too free.” 
Said Joky Oakey to Cunning Peter — 
= l-suess you dont realize, Peter B., 
That we have lost, in William’s pockets, 
The grog and grub for all we three? 


“ And what is to hinder Charles: O’Conor, 
Whenever the skipper shall agree, 

From reaching again down over the gunnel, 
And catching hold of my green coatee, 

To lock me up in a County Court-House, 
Or uninhabited Armoree ?” 


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“Do as I tell you,” said Cunning Peter. 
“We are both in one boat, you see ; 

Let us surrender to Richard O’Gorman, 
And tell him to smite us tenderlee. 

Better be smote by Richard O’Gorman, 
Than swing at O’Conor’s main-cross-tree !” 


CANTUS: DE DUCE GULIELM®O. 


PIRATAE quatuor ex urbe Gotham 
Vehebantur olim per mare, 

In navi nigra, humili, longa 

Cui nomen erat Tammanee — 
Richardus tristis, Petrus Vafer, 
Facetus Oakey et Dux Billee. 


Quum multus annos navigarant 
Permagna oritur jamboree,* 

E puppi cadit Richardus tristis 
(Res suas legato tradens, Va !) ; 
“ Eum detrudite,” clamat Oakey, 
“ Tres sic vehi non est facile.” 


Ulterius nunc quum vecti erant 

Illis propinquat rapide 

Immensa navis, rectorque boat 

Per tubam, “Qui estis, et unde?” 
Tum digitis crepans Oakey et ridens 
“ Quid de hoc facies?” dixit ille. 


Tunc Carol O’Conor dixit magister 
‘“‘Pinguem istum aufer ad me.” 


* Difficile verbum ob duplicem significationem, nam alio tempore 
significat procellam, alio perturbationem mentis e€ nimio vini usu 
orientem quae vulgo jimjams et a medicis nostris mania a potu appel- 
Jatur. 


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Sic Carolus manum porrexit et ducem 
E navi eripuit repente, 

Et e visu elapsus est Gulielmus 
Plagas patiens pessime. 


Quum vidit hoc facetus Oakey 
Plorare coepit flebile : 

ΠΟ 1 utinam essem ut olim mercator 
Jocorum misellus poetaque * 
Non est in libris Josephi jocus 
Qui par est huic catastrophae ! 


Et quod obstat quominus idem 
(Si jussus magistro hoc facere) 
Manus injiciat in navem iterum 
Me miserrimum eripere, 
Indeque tractum viridi toga Τ 
In arce deserta occludere ?” 


Faceto Oakey dixit Petrus 
“‘Liberius loqueris, et temere.” 
Petro respondit Oakey facetus 
“Nonne potes hoc cernere 
Nos amisisse, rege ablato, 
Panem potumque aeterne?” 


“Fac ut jubeo,” dixit Vafer, 
“Vehimur una. Sic nonne 
Nos dedamus Richardo O’Gorman 
Sperantes eum mitem fore ? 

. Melius est nos caedi ab illo 
Quam Caroli ex malo pendere.” 


* Oakey se versificatorem esse profitebatur. 


+ Spectat ad viridem togam in qua vestitus Oakey populum allocutus 
esse dicitur. 


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VIII. 


AN AUTUMN SCENE. 


[The following verses have been floating about for a long time, but 
have only recently been traced to the original poem, viz., a fragment of 
A. Profanus Damnator, in hexameters, which we give below, and which 
may be found in Orellis Scriptores Rome Incerti, VII., p. 1143, et seq.] 


A STUDY FROM NATURE. 


DamM-—N that mosquito? Don’t rebuke 

The somewhat rude expression ; 
Don’t moralize, I cannot brook 
A single word, or e’en a look 
Of argument upon that head ; 
I’m bound to stick to what I said, 

Nor make the least concession — 

Hang that mosquito! 


That’s forty-seven times — here goes ! — 
That’s forty-eight — at him 
I’ve struck annihilating blows ; 
I’ve bunged my eye, and hurt my nose ; 
I’ve smashed my standing collar down, 
And of my hat I’ve broke the crown, 
And battered all the brim — 
Hang that mosquito ! 


And still around I see him flit, 
And hear his vexing strain ; 
And I am always to be bit, 


And he is never to be hit — - 
Hold !— now again he hovers near, 
And now he settles — on my ear — 

Ha! now 11 squelch him ! — missed again! 


Hang that mosquito ! 


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ΒΉΘΙΓΙΘ AUTUMNI. 


IsTe culex damnator! verba profana videntur 

Et quasi rustica, sed misero mihi parce sodalis. 
Neve mihi increpites, juro nam mente furente 
Non patiar de re omnino ut verba ulla loquaris. 
Neve oculis te me jurgare sinam, omnia dicta 
Fixa manent, — missum volat irrevocabile damno, 
Ut dixi, iste culex damnator pessima pestis. 


Irritus ut spectas est quinquagesimus ictus. 

En iterum iste culex! O nunc occidere monstrum 
Tempus adest, iterum victus frustra aethera tundo. 
‘Terribiles ictus misi et cimex fugit omnes. 

In caput atque oculum et nasum recidunt neque possum 
(Me fesso excepto quem pugno) laedere quidquam 
Pileus et collare mihi scindunttur, et oro 

O! utinam iste culex damnetur, — pessima pestis. 


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Murmur adest nunc ut pestis circumvolat atra ; 
Mordebitne culex semper noctesque diesque? 
Ecce venit sonitu propius jam atque insidet auri 
Nescius instantis leti dapibusque paratus. 

Nunc habeo monstrum, — quid — velox evolat ille, 
Atque iterum deceptus hio et furibundus ut ante 
Edico iste culex damnator pessima pestis. 


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1Χ. 
TITHONUS. | . 
TENNYSON. 


THE woods decay, the woods decay and fall ; 
The vapors weep their burden to the ground ; 
Man comes and tills the field, and lies beneath, 
And after many a summer dies the swan. 

Me only cruel immortality 

Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, 

Here at the quiet limit of the world, 

A white-haired shadow roaming like a dream 
The ever-silent spaces of the East, 

Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn. 


Alas! for this gray shadow once a man, 

So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, 

Who madest him thy chosen, that he seemed 

To his great heart none other than a God! 

I asked thee, ‘Give me immortality :” 

Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, 
Like wealthy men who care not how they give. 

But thy strong Hours indignant werked their wills, 
And beat me down, and marred and wasted me, 
And though they could not’end me, left me maimed 
To dwell in presence of immortal Youth, — 
Immortal Age beside immortal Youth. 

And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, 

Thy beauty, make amends, though even now 
Close over us the silver star, thy guide, 

Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears 
To hear me? Let me go, take back thy gift: 


SI 


Why should a man desire in any way 

To vary from the kindly race of men, 

Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance 

Where all should pause as is most meet for all? 


A soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes 

A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. 
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals 
From thy pure brow and from thy shoulders pure, 
And bosom beating with a heart renewed. 

Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom, 
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, 
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team 
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise 
And shake the darkness from their loosened manes, 
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. 


Yet hold me not forever in thine East: 

How can my nature longer mix with thine? 
Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold 

Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet 
Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam 


‘Floats up from those dim fields about the homes 


Of happier men that have the power to die, 
And grassy barrows of the happier dead. 
Release me, and restore me to the ground ; 
Thou seést all things, thou wilt see my grave: 
Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn, 

I earth in earth forget these empty courts, 
And thee returning on thy silver wheels. 


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TITHONUS. 


VaAE mihi, Vae! pereunt effetae tempore silvae, 
Nubila se in lachrimas largas morientia solvunt ; 
Omnes qui terram coluerunt terra recondit, 
Vitaque post multos annos linquit bona cycnum ; 
Sed vitam finire precans et morte relictus 

In vestris manibus tabesco debilis annis. 

Hic tristis mutis in mundi finibus exul 

Quem taedet vitae canaeque simillimus umbrae 
Per noctis tenebras, per magna silentia vertor, 
Per nubes orientis et atria lucida solis! 


Me miserum! idem ego qui nunc erro ut somnia vana 
Vir quondam insignis facie et dignatus amore 
Coelicolis aequum et carum tibi me esse putabam. 
Oravi ut longos annos et tempora vitae 

Conferres aeterna mihi ac tu perfida ridens 

Hoc tribuisti ut dat dives qui non dare nescit. 

Sed manibus validis necnon crudeliter horae 

In me quod placuit fecerunt hactenus et nunc 
Percussum et truncum sed dura morte repulsum 

Me invisum cum te semper vae! vivere linquunt. 
Quid mihi nunc prosunt tua forma aut gaudia amoris 
Si sic aeger inopsque vagor, fessusque senexqué? 
En nunc Lucifer ostendit se ex aethere aperto 

Inque oculos lachrimis suffusos luce benigna 

Dum ploro splendet funditque argentea tela. 

Si liceat spectare semel Plutonia regna! 

Cur suave est homini fixam transcurrere metam 
Quam nobis posuit natura ut terminus esset 

Vitae? Cur tantum terrent nos limina Ditis? 


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Spiritus afflatu miti nunc dissipat umbras 

Et video obscuram terram qua lumina coeli 
Aspexi primum ; en mihi mirus splendor ut olim 
Ex umeris puris obrepit fronteque pura 

Cordeque quod renovato in pectore palpitat intus. 
Per tenebras fugientes ora genaeque rubescunt 
Inque meos oculi dilecti luceque pleni 

Irradiant lente, ante in coelo sidera clara 

Omnia quam coecant splendore novo, ante jugales 
Surgunt éque jubis laxis noctem quatientes 

En nubes orientis frusta in flammea scindunt. 


Non poteris semper sic me invitum retinere ; 
Nonne vides Dea me volventes quomodo menses 
Mutaverunt ; utque pedes nunc tarda senectus 
Rugosas titubare facit cum limina lucis 

Passibus incertis demens transcurrere conor? 
Huc vapor ex caecis fertur gratissimus agris 

Ad nos, et video tumulos ubi pace quiescunt 
Felices homines quos tristia vincula vitae 
Frangere non immite vetat fatum neque conjunx. 
Hoc donum vitae mihi tam fatale remitto 

Nunc tibi; da precor ut moriar reddarque sepulchro. 
Omnia per mundum Dea lustras sic quoque vises 
Tithoni tumulum atque locum qua patria terra 
Felices cineres tandem pacataque condit 

Ossa senis, qua moerorem curasque repono. 
Pulchrior incedes Dea tu volventibus annis ; 

In gremio terrae terrenus ego atria lucis 
Conspiciam felix nunquam nec sidera coeli, 

Nec carrum visam nec te per nubila vectam. 


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Ke 
OENONE. 
AYTOUN. 


O tHov hollow ship, that bearest 
Paris o’er the faithless deep, 
Wouldst thou leave him on some island 
Where alone the waters weep ! 
Where no human foot is moulded 

In the wet and yellow sand, — 
Leave him there, thou hollow vessel, 
Leave him on that lonely land ! 
Then his heart will surely soften 
When his foolish hopes decay ; 

And his older love rekindle, 

As the new one dies away. 


Visionary hills will haunt him, 
Rising from the glassy sea ; 

And his thoughts will wander homeward 
Unto Ida and to me. 

Thus lamented fair Oenone, 
Weeping ever, weeping low 

On the holy mount of Ida, 

Where the pine and cypress grow. 
In the self-same hour Cassandra 
Shrieked her prophecy of woe, 
And into the Spartan dwelling 
Did the faithless Paris go. 


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OENONE. 


Cava navis, tu quae vehis 
Alexandrum per mare 
Insula in remota illum 
Libeat te relinquere ! 

Ubi pes humanus nunquam 
In arenam pressit se ; 

In arena flava, uda, 
Perfidum O! desere! 
Tum incipient corda flecti 
Postquam spes deciderit, 
Revirescet vetus amor 
Novus cum defecerit. 


Montes fictos en! videbit 
Exsurgentes aequore 

Et viator domi memor, 
Petet Idam — petet me.” 
Inter pinos sic Oenone 
Flens perpetuo, tacite 
Sacra summa montis Idae 
Querebatur misere. 

Illo tempore Cassandra 
Caedes, strages en! canit, 
Ille et Spartana tecta 
Hospes perfidus subit. 


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XI. 


THE SAILOR. 
[OLD AND NEW, NOVEMBER, 1871. ] 


THE sailor looking out to sea, 

Through the bleak darkness of the night, 
Amid the throbbing of the waves, 

Still hears her voice so soft and light ; 
And fancy brings the sound to him 


Of church bells ringing, through the spray ; 


And in the sparkle of salt wave 
He sees green fields and smells the hay. 


Oh, well for him he has this thought, 
This moment’s thought, forgetting care, 
That, as the ship flies on apace, 

He sees blue eyes and sunny hair! 
To-morrow o’er the glassy sea, 

Beneath the tropic’s glowing sun 

Shall float loose timbers, shattered spars, 
And all his dreaming shall be done! 


NAUTA. 


PROSPICIENS nauta in pelagus per nubila noctis, 
Inter pulsantes fluctus tamen audit ut olim, 
Dulcisonam absentis vocem, aut audire videtur 
Cari tintinnabula vici per mare vecta, 

Et madidus discernit agros herbosaque rura ; 
Fenum etiam suave ex prato viridi olfacit ille. 


ee ee 


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Felix ah nimium felix curisque solutus, 

Qui flavos etiam crines oculosque puellae 
Caeruleos credit se cernere dum volat acta 

Per fluctus pinus. Ah demens! Crastinus ortus, 
Navem disjectam et vitreas dispersa per undas 
Tigna videbit. Tunc oblitus nauta laborum 
Dormiet, et sub ponto linquet somnia vana. 


Oar 
BEY hie SONG: 


FLY, little song, to my love, 

Over the rolling sea ; 

Tell him how bright are the stars above, 
Tell him to weep not for me. 


Kiss off the falling tears, — 

My kiss of the days gone by ; 

Tell him how fleet is the foot of the years, 
Whisper, ‘“‘ My love cannot die.” 


Fly away into his heart, 

Borne on the soft summer’s breath ; 

Sing to him, “ Love and lover must part, — 
True love is stronger than death.” 


Fly with the dying day, 
Over the starlit sea ; 
Lull him to sleep in the land far away ; 


Bring him in dreams to me. 
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CARMEN. 


CaRMEN pusillum 
Super mare 

Vola ad illum 
Qui deamat me ; 
Ut lucent astra 
Dic carmen ei, 
Jube ne fleat 
Causa mei. 


Lachrimas, Carmen, 

Tu osculare, 

Ut pridem solebam 

Has basiare. 

Dic “fugax est annus ” 
In aures viri, 

Sed “amor non potest” 
Dic, ““emort:4 


Animis vectum 
Carmen, aestivis 

In cor ejus vola 

Et murmura sivis 
“Nos fatum sejungit, 
En miseram sortem. 
Sed vinciet amor 

Et fatum et mortem.” 


Ut dies declinat 
Vola ad illum 

Sub astra, per mare 
Carmen pusillum. 


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3 

Suade susurro 
Somnum inire 
In terra remota ; 
Et fac me venire 
In somnis ad illum 
Quem tenere amo, 
Carmen pusillum. 


XIII. 
THE CLOWN’S REPLY. 
GOLDSMITH. 


Joun Trott was desired by two worthy peers 

To tell them the reason why asses had ears. 

“ A’nt please you,” quoth John, “ I’m not given to letters, 
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters ; 
Howe’er, from this time I shall ne’er see Your Graces, 
As I hope to be saved, without thinking of asses.” 


RUSTICUS EMUNCTAE NARIS. 


“ Dic nobis, Johannes ” duo faceti dixere 
“Quo aures contingat asellis habere?”’ 
“Non possum, nec rerum rationes ” respondit, 
“ Detegere conor quas Deus abscondit, 
Sed posthac magistri, recurretis in mentem 
~ Quoties gramen asellum videbo tondentem.” 


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4 


XIV. 
FAIR AMONT. 
CONGREVE. 


Farr ΑΜΟΝΤ has*gone astray, 

Pursue and seek her, every lover! 
Ill tell the signs by which you may 
The wandering shepherdess discover. 


Coquet and coy at once her air, 

Both studied, though both seem neglected ; 
Careless she is with artful ease, 

Affecting to seem unaffected. 


With skill her eyes dart every glance, 

Yet change so soon you'd ne’er suspect them ; 
For she’d persuade they wound by chance, 
Though certain aim and art direct them. 


She likes herself, yet others hate 

For that which in herself she prizes ; 
And while she laughs at them, forgets 
She is the thing that she despises. 


PHYLLIS ERRANS. 


Puy tis bella nunc vagatur. 
Surgat quisque et sequatur! 
Signa quibus hance cognoscatis 
Do ut mente teneatis. 


Procax timida videtur ; 
Arte callida impletur ; 
Anxia est, anxietate 
Vacare volens. Festinate! 


OI 


Coruscant oculi fulgore ; 
Vario pleni sunt dolore ; 
Arte certa ignes jacit 
Omnia fingens que sic facit 


Casu facta. Seipsam amat, 
Sed ad fraudes tuas clamat. 
Alios ludens nunquam videt 
Seipsam esse id quod ridet. 


XV. 
CONVENTION. 
HOWELLS. 


HE falters on the threshold, 
She lingers on the stair ; 

Can it be that was his footstep? 
Can it be that she is there? 


Without is tender yearning, 

And tender love is within ; 

They can hear each other’s heart-beats, 
But a wooden door is between. 


ἸΌΝ Ὁ 


MOoORATUR in limine Damon, 
In scalis Lalage stat ; 

Num pés insonuit ejus? 
Adestne quam ille amat ὃ 


* Ut titulus clarior sit conferantur antiquus ille Josephi Miller jocus 
de pudor et pew door et secundus hujus carminis versus. 


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Tenerum desiderium extra, 
In domo cor palpitat ; 
Inter se amplecti volunt 
Sed lignea foris vetat. 


XVI. 
EVENING HYMN. 
HEBER. 


Gop who imadest earth and heaven, 
Darkness and light, 

Who the day for toil hast given, 
For rest the night ; 

May thine angel-guards defend us, 

Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 

Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
This livelong night ! 


HYMNUS VESPERTINUS. 


Coelum, terras qui parasti, 
Diem, tenebras donasti, 
Qui dedisti ad laborem 
Lucem, noctem ad soporem, 
Angelis custodiamur, 
Quiete dulce et fruamur. 
Perque horas 
Hujus noctis 
Castis somnis teneamur ! 


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XVII. 
ΞΘ BE, ON THY (GUARD: 


My soul, be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 

The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw tliee from the skies. 


Oh, watch and fight and pray! 
The battle ne’er give o’er ; 
Renew it boldly day by day, 
And help divine*implore. 


Ne’er think the victory won, 

Nor once at ease sit down ; 

Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy-crown. 


Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God: 

He’ll take thee at thy parting breath 
Up to his blest abode. 


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ANIMA ΜΠ TE ΟΞ ΘΙΘΙ: 


ANIMA mea te custodi ; 5 
Sunt mille hostes circum te ; 

Et e coelo pravum agmen 

Certat te deripere: 


Vigil esto, pugna, ora! 
Nulli hosti cede te ; 
Auxilium Dei et implora, 
Pugna semper strenue. 
Neve putes te victricem, 
Neu desidiae dedas te ; 
Arduum opus non finitur 
Dum coronam capere 


Poteris. Pugna anima ad mortem, 
Cum videbis tu Deum ; 

Vita lapsa ille ducet 

Te beatam in domum. 


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XVIII. 


GREEN GROW THE RASHES ΟἹ 
BURNS. 


GREEN grow the rashes O, 

Green grow the rashes O; 

The sweetest hours that e’er I spend 
I spend among the lasses O. 


There’s naught but care on every han’, 
In every hour that passes O ; 

What signifies the life o’ man 

An ’t were not for the lasses O! 


The warly race may riches chase, 
An’ riches still may. fly them O ; 

An’ tho’ at last they catch them fast, 
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them O. 


Gie me a canny hour at e’en, 
My arms about my dearie O, 
An warly cares and warly men 
May all gae tapsalteerie O. 


For you sae douce, you sneer at this, 
Ye’re naught but senseless asses O! 
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw 
Iie dearly lo’ed the lasses O. 


Auld Nature swears the lovely dears 
Her noblest work she classes O: 
Her prentice han’ she tried on man, 
An’ then she made the lasses O. 


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VIRENT JUNCI FLUVIALES. 


VIRENT junci fluviales, 
Junci prope lymphas. 

Ah quam ridet quae me videt 
Hora inter nymphas ! ἢ 


Cura excepta nihil est 
In tempore labente. 
Quid homini vita sua est 
Puellula absente? 


Sequatur aurum avidus 

Et aurum ludet illum. 

Cum demum hoc potitus est, 
Est bonum perpauxillum. 


In hora dulce vesperis 

In brachiis comprehendam 
Lalagem, — et avidos 
Tunc ego parvi pendam. 


O sapiens, contemnis me? 
Asellus te creavit. 
Doctissimus quem novimus 
Puellulas amavit. 


Natura fuit rudis cum 

Nos homines creavit, 

Sed feminas — opus optimum — 
Callidior formavit. 


* Hoc tetrastichon a me de Arundinibus Cami excerptum est. 


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xX, 
THE POET’S FRIENDS. 
HOWELLS. 


THE robin sings in the elm, 

The cattle stand beneath, 

Sedate and grave, with great brown eyes, 
And fragrant meadow-breath. 


They listen to the flattered bird, 
The wise-looking stupid things ; 
And they never understand a word 
Of all the robin sings. 


BOVES ET RUBECILLA. 


RUBECILLA canit in ulmo ; 
Sub ulmo boves stant ; 

E naribus ruminantes 
Odorem suavem efflant. 


Laudatam audiunt avem 
Fingentes se sapere, 

Et nil comprehendunt eorum 
Quae canit tam hilare. 


Sic saepe amici poetae 

Ut profuse canentem laudent, 
Nec vident illa quae videt 
Nec sciunt cur illum ament. 


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XX. 


SONG. 
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 


Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow, 
You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow: 
Best, while you have it, use your breath, 
There is no drinking after death. 


Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, 
There is no cure ’gainst age but it: 

It heips the head-ache, cough, and phthisic, 
And is, for all diseases, physic. 


Then let us swill, boys, for our health ; 
Who drinks well loves the Commonwealth ; 
And he that will to bed go sober 

Falls with the leaf, still in October. 


INVOCATIO AD BIBENDUM. 


HopteE bibite et curas nunc pellite, 
Cras erit fortasse dissimilis sors. 
Optimum est dum vivimus vivere, — 
Parum potabit quem tetigit mors. 


Vinum cor suscitat, excitat animum, 
Remedium aetatis in vino exstat. 
Cephalalgiam levat, et cum asthmate tussim, 
Alios et morbos hoc omnes curat. 


Potemus sodales ut valeamus, 

Bonus potator civitatem amat ; 

Sed iste qui cubitum it semper sobrinus, 
In mense Octobri cum foliis cadat. 


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XT 
BACCHUS: 
SHAKSPEARE. 


ComE, thou monarch of the vine, 
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne ; 

In thy vats our cares be drowned ; 
With thy grapes our hairs be crowned ; 
Cup us till the world go round ; 

Cup us till the world go round! 


BACCHUS. 


Veni pinguis princeps vitis, 

Rubens oculos Bacche mitis! 

In tuis cupis nostrae curae mergantur ; 
Tuis et uvis nostri crines cingantur ; 
Vinum da nobis dum mundus rotetur ; 
Vinum da nobis dum mundus rotetur ! 


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ΧΕ ΠΣ 
ANE XMASSE BALLADE* 


Y’ FEGGES, faire maydes and merrie menne, 
I tell ane wondrousse tayle — 

Butte fyrste, methynks, thatte I wolde drynke 
Ye Smytthe, hys byttere ale. 


. Grammercie, putte ye Yule-logge onne ; 
Ye nyghts ys colde wythoutte — 
Butte fyrste my lyppe wolde sothely syppe 
Ye Browne, hys jollye stoute. 


Thys tayle I telle, ys parlouse strange 
And newe to carle orre kyngge — 

Butte fyrst fylle uppe my pewterre cuppe 
Fulle wythe ye gynne, hys slyngge.f 


Drye worke ytte ys toe telle ane tayle, 
Wythoutten turne orre tryppe — 

Butte fyrst I wys ’twerre notte ane-mysse, 
To try ye egg, hys flyppe.f 


Ye Smythe hys beere they broughten hym, 
Ye Browne hys jollye stoute, 

Ye more he slued ye lesse he knewed 
Of whatte he wasse aboute. 


Ye egge hys flyppe they broughte alsoe 
Ande eke ye gynne hys slyngge. 

But ere ’twasse coole thys selye foole 
Wasse tyghte as ane-a-thynge. 


* Non satis in aperto est quis sit auctor hujus vere antiquitatem redo- 
lentis carminis. 
+ Slynnge, flyppe, verba difficilia et periphrasi exprimenda. 


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IMPLETUR VETERIS BACCHI. 


MEHERCLE, sodales vobis fabulam narrabo 
Puellisque rem miram nunc explicabo ; 
Sed prius magnum poculum mihi petatur, 
Cervisiae amarae quae a Fabro paratur. 


Acervus lignorum super foco ponatur 
(Frigus ingruit nocte), et mihi feratur 
Zythi cantharus ingens et spumans annosi 
Ex Fusci apotheca factoris famosi. 


Fabula quam refero est inusitata, 

Nec regi nec populo est unquam narrata ; 
Sed prius junipero implete pocillum 

Ut haustum mea labia exsorbeant illum. 


Est opus plenum sitis historias narrare, 
Et poculis omissis errores vitare, 

Sic mihi nunc potus est cito petendus 
In quo est spiritus cum ovis miscendus. 


Cervisia Fabri apponitur illi, 

Zythi item magni mensura pocilli: 
Et semper bibebat et minus sciebat 
De iis quae madidus tunc faciebat. 


Potus mixtus cum ovis non deést bibenti 
Nec calida juniperus ebrio petenti: 

Sed potus non ante refrixit divinus 

Quam in solum ceciderat potator supinus. 


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XU: 
MARY AMBREE. 


WHEN our brave commanders, whom death could not daunt, 
Marched off to the siege of the city of Gaunt, 

They mustred their souldiers by two and by three, 

And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. 


When brave Sir John Major* was slaine in her sight, 
Who was her true lover, her joy and delight, 

Because he was slaine most treacherouslie, 

Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree. 


She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe 

In buffe of the bravest, most seemly to showe ; 
A fair shirt of mail then slipped on shee: 

Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree? 


A helmett of prooffe shee strait :lid provide, 
A strong arminge sword she girt by her side, 
On her hand a goodly fair gauntlett put she ; 
Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree? 


Then took shee her sworde and her targett in hand ; 
Bidding all such as wold, bee of her band ; 

To wayte on her person came thousand “in three’; 
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? 


My soldiers she saith, so valliant and bold, 

Nowe follow your captaine whom you doe beholde ; 
Still foremost in battell myselfe I will bee ; 

Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? 


She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott, 
And her enemyes bodies with bulletts so hott ; 
For one of her owne men a score killed shee ; 
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? 


* y. 1. sergeant major. 


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And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, 

_ Away all her pellets and’ powder had sent, 
Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three ; 
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? 


Her foes they besett her on everye side, 

As thinking close siege she cold never abide ; 
To beat down the walles they all did decree ; 
But stoutly deffyed them brave Mary Ambree. 


Then took she her sword and targett in hand, 
And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, 
There daring their captaines to match any three ; 
O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree ! 


Now say English Captain what woldest thou give 

To ransome thyselfe which else must not live? 

Come yield thyselfe quicklye, or slaine thou must be ; 
Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree. 


Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold, 
Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold? 
A knight, sir, of England, and captaine so free, 
Who shortlye with us a prisoner must be. 


No captaine of England,— behold in your sight 
Two brests in my bosome, and therefore no knight. 
Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see, 
But a poor simple lass called Mary Ambree. 


Then to her own country shee backe did returne, 
Still holding the foes of faire England in scorn, 
Therefore, English captaines of every degree 
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree. 


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MARIA AMBREE. 


Cum nostri ductores qui mortem spernebant 
Ad Gantii turres cingendas pergebant, 

Et copias legebant per duos et tres, 

Fuit prima in pugna Maria Ambrees.* 


Cum fortis Johannes et Major vocatus 
Ante ora puellae fuit saeve necatus, 
Quia mors opprimit virum tam perfide 
Vindicare eum vovit Maria Ambree. 


Sago alutae suos umeros inducit 

Et ferream vestem, sub sole quae lucet ; 
Ad pedes sic tecta ex vertice 

Fuit pulchra et fortis Maria Ambree. 


Galeaé perduré suum caput tegebat, 

Ense et latus acuto cingebat ; 

In manibus manicas habebat, —ecce, 
Nonne fuit pulchra et fortis, Maria Ambree? 


Tunc gladium manu et parmam prensabat ; 
Quibus placuit omnes eam sequi mandabat ; 
Et ducem mille sequebantur et tres ! 

Nam pulchra et fortis fuit Maria Ambrees. 


* Nihil causae est cur eruditos lectores primum hujus carminis tetras- 
stichon in Latinum a Maginn redditum fuisse admoneam, nec eos me 
illius opere usum esse latebit. Apud ceteros quisnam est nunc Hike νὰ 
Nominis umbra! Non meis laudibus eget tanti viri flebilis memoria, sed 
cum rarissima apud nos hodie fit mentio hujus Anglicarum literarum lumi- 
nis, mihi decens videtur me confiteri quantum cum aliis quos studia delec- 
tant doctrinae, ingeniogue debeam GULIELMI MAGINN. 


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Ο milites, dicit, et boni et fortes, 

Me ducem videtis quam sequantur cohortes. 
Semper prima in pugna, sicut Caesar ipse, 
Et fortis, et pulchra fuit Maria Ambree. 


Fumo bellatrix omne coelum implevit, 

Et corpora hostium plumbeis glandibus sevit, 
Pro uno suorum ferit hostium tres, 

Nonne fuit fortis in pugna Maria Ambrees? 


Bombardicus dominam fraudare conatur 

Et plumbum et pulvis ab eo deportatur, 
Quem ense concidit partes in tres, 

Nam et fortis et pulchra fuit Maria Ambrees. 


Eam undique hostes tandem cingebant, 
Obsidium laturam non Mariam credebant, 
Et muros decernebant sternendos esse ; 
Sed hostes irrisit Maria Ambree. 


Nam gladium parmamque in manus sumebat, 
Et vallum excelsum virago scandebat, 
Et hostium ad pugnam quosvis provocat tres, 
Nonne dux fuit fortis Maria Ambrees? 


O dux Anglicane quid nobis vis dare 
Ut tibi parcamus? si vis mortem vitare 
Te nobis trade cito, aut necabere. 
‘unc suaviter ridebat Maria Ambree. 


O duces animosi et boni et fortes 

Quem stantem videtis hic inter cohortes ? 
Equitem Anglicanum et ducem ecce, 
Quem decet captivum cum nobis ire. 


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Non Anglius sum dux, — nam in pectore claro 
Binas mammas videtis, — non ego sum baro: 
Non glorior me equitem vel ducem esse, 

Sed sum femina simplex et Maria Ambree. 


Tunc ad patriam suam se victrix vertebat, 
Et hostes Angliae semper parvi pendebat ; 
Quare Anglici duces cantate cum me 
Quantas habuit virtutes Maria Ambree 


XXIV. 
A SONG IN TIME OF REVOLUTION. 
SWINBURNE. 


Tue heart of the rulers is sick, and the high priest covers 
his head ; 

For this is ine song of the quick, that is heard in the ears 
of the dead. 

The poor and the halt and the blind are keen and mighty 
and fleet: 

Like the noise of the blowing of wind is the sound of the 
noise of their feet. 

The wind has the sound of a laugh in the clamor of days 
and of deeds ; 

The priests are scattered like chaff, and the rulers broken 
like reeds. 

The high priest sick from qualms, with his raiment bloodily 
dashed ; 

The thief with branded palms, and the liar with cheek 
abashed ; 

They are smitten, they tremble greatly, they are pained for 
their pleasant things ; 

For the house of the priests made stately, and the might in 
the mouth of the kings, — 


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They are grieved and greatly afraid ; they are taken, they 
shall not flee ; 

For the heart of the nations is made as the strength of the 
springs of the sea. 

They were fair in the grace of gold; they walked with deli- 
Gate feet ; 

They were clothed with the cunning of old, and the smell 
of their garments was sweet. 

But the arm of the elders is broken, their strength is un- 
bound and undone ; 

They wait for a sign of a token; they cry, and there cometh 
none. 

Their moan is in every place; the cry of them filleth the 

land ; 

There is shame in the sight of their face ; there is fear in the 
thews of their hand. 

There is none of them all that is whole; their lips gape 
open for breath ; 

They are clothed with sickness of soul, and the shape of 
the shadow of death. 


TEMPORA MUTANTUR. 


REGNATORUM aegrotat cor; pontificis caput operitur : 
Nam hoc est viventium carmen quod mortuis nunc auditur. 


Egentes caeci et claudi sunt magni acres veloces, 
Et multitudinis sonitus pedum est ut clarae ventorum voces. 


Sonat ventus ut sonat cachinnus cum dies et facta labuntur: 
Dissipantur ut palea sacerdotes,— ut arundines reges fran- 
guntur. 


Plectuntur, — magnopere pavent ne deliciae amittantur ; 
Ne domus pontificum alta et regum potestas perdantur. 


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Moerent tremefacti metu ; non fugient ; capiuntur: 
Cor nationum fit ut fontes quae in mare volvuntur. 


Nitebant in auri splendore, et putide ambulabant 
Vestiti arte antiqua ; et unguenta exhalabant. 


Regnatorum manus franguntur: et vigor eis est nullus ; 
Expectant signum e coelo; clamant, nec venit ullus 


Servator ; sed gemunt ubique et terra impletur clamore : 
Pudet eos hominibus videri: etiam manus tanguntur terrore. 


Nullus sanus recteque valens ; anhelitus labia angit : 
Aegritudine vestiuntur, et mortis terror cor tangit. 


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CARM. I. XXV. 


ΑΙ ΤΥ̓ΘΙΑΜ. 


PaRCIus junctas quatiunt fenestras 
Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi, 
Nec tibi somnos adimunt ; amatque 
Janua limen, 
Quae prius multum facilis movebat 
Cardines. Audis minus et minus jam: 
Me tuo longas pereunte noctes, 
Lydia, dormis ? 
Invicem moechos anus arrogantes 
Flebis in solo levis angiportu, 
Thracio bacchante magis sub inter- 
lunia vento ; 
Cum tibi flagrans amor, et libido, 
Quae solet matres furiare equorum, 
Saeviet circa jecur ulcerosum ; 
Non sine questu, 
Laeta quod pubes hedera virente 
Gaudeat pulla magis atque myrto, 
Aridas frondes Hiemis sodali 


Dedicet Hebro. 
δὲ 


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ΤΟ) θυ 


Less often now the wanton youths 
Thy close-barred shutters shake 
With frequent blows; nor do they now 
Thy lonely slumbers break. 
The door which used, in former times, 
On ready hinge to swing 
Is now close shut, and, seldom used 
Doth to its threshold cling. 
Less often and less often now 
Comes to your ear the cry, 
“Sleep’st thou all night, while here outside 
I perish and I die?” 
Your turn shall come when, old and foul, 
For lovers you shall seek, 
In lonely lanes where Thracian winds 
Sweep by with louder shriek. 
When wanton love and burning lust 
Your wretched heart shall hold, 
And you, complaining, seek in vain 
For lovers as of old, 
To find, alas! that joyous youth 
In ivy takes delight, 
Or thinks the myrtle’s darker green 
More pleasant to the sight 
Than withered leaves, that, dull and dead 
(Though fair they once might be), 
Are tossed for Hebrus’ icy stream 

To carry to the sea. 


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CARM. I. XXXII. 


a ral Va AVE 


Poscimur. Si quid vacui sub umbra 
Lusimus tecum, quod et hunc*tin annum 
Vivat et plures, age, dic Latinum, 
Barbite, carmen, 
Lesbio primum modulate civi ; 
Qui, ferox bello, tamen inter arma, 
Sive jactatam religarat udo 
Litore navim, 
Liberum et Musas, Veneremque, et illi 
Semper haerentem puerum canebat, 
Et Lycum, nigris oculis nigroque 
Crine decorum. 
O decus Phoebi, et dapibus supremi 
Grat. testudo Jovis, o laborum 
Dulce lenimen, mihi cunque salve 
Rite vocanti. 


TO ES VRE: 


Tuey call us. If beneath the shade 
We’ve sung a song with thee 

Which both the end of this year’s course 
And other years may see, 

Come, sing a Latin song, my lyre, 
Whom Lesbius tuned before ; 

(Who fierce in war, yet in war’s midst, 
Or when his bark touched shore, 

Would sing of Bacchus and the Nine, — 
Of Venus and her boy, — 


πὸ = π᾿ 


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While Lycus, with black eyes and hair, 
Oft gave his skill employ) ; 

O lyre, delight of Lato’s son, 

To feasts of Jove a friend, 

If e’er I rightly summon thee, 

Thy aid, I beg thee, lend! - 


TARM. 1: XXVI. 
AD PLOTIUM NUMIDAM. 


Er thure et fidibus juvat 

Placare et vituli sanguine debito 
Custodes Numidae deos, 

Qui nunc Hesperia sospes ab ultima 
Caris multa sodalibus, 

Nulli plura tamen dividit oscula, 
Quam dulci Lamiae, memor 

aActae non alio rege puertiae, 
Mutataeque simul togae. 

Cressa ne careat pulchra dies nota, 
Neu promtae modus amphorae, 

Neu morem in Salium sit requies pedum, 
Neu multi Damalis meri 

Bassum Threicia vincat amystide, 
Neu desint epulis rosae, 

Neu vivax apium, neu breve lilium. 
Omnes in Damalin putres 

Deponent oculos, nec Damalis novo 
Divelletur adultero, 

Lascivis hederis ambitiosior. 


Be he 
Da 


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TO PLOTIUS NUMIDA. 


With incense and with sounding strings 
A sacrifice we make, 

And with a heifer’s votive blood 
For Numida’s dear sake, 

Who, safe from Spain’s remotest bound, 
Brings kisses for us all, 

Yet more for none than Lamia; 
For memory will recall 

How they together spent their youth, 
Together laid aside 

Their boyish dress, together donned 
The toga, — full of pride. 

Let not this day lack Creta’s mark 
Nor ready casks of wine, 

Nor let the dancer’s feet find rest, 
Nor Damalis outshine 

In Thracia’s mighty wassail cup 
Bassus the toper deep ; 

But roses, parsley liberal shower, 
With lilies hard to keep. 

All fix their eyes on Damalis, 
And wanton glances dart ; 

But when the ivy leaves the oak, 
From her new love she’ll part. 


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CARM. I. XXXVIII. 
AD PUERUM. 


PERSICOS odi puer, apparatus, 

Displicent nexae philyra coronae ; 

Mitte sectari rosa quo locorum 
Sera moretur. 

Simplici myrto nihil allabores 

Sedulus curo ; neque te ministrum 

Dedecet myrtus neque me sub arcta 
Vite bibentem. | 


TO” ἘΠῚΞ SERV ANG 


Your Persian finery, boy, I hate, 

And linden wreaths suit not my pate, 

Nor seek to get of roses late 
For me a bunch. 

Myrtle alone will do for me: 

Than myrtle nought can better be 

When ’neath the vines’ shade as you see, 
I take my punch. 


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CARM. Il. III. 
AD DELLIUM. 


AEQUAM memento rebus in arduis 
Servare mentem, non secus in bonis 
Ab insolenti temperatam 
Laetitia, moriture Delli, 
Seu moestus omni tempore vixeris, 
Seu te in remoto gramine per dies 
Festos reclinatum bearis 
Interiore nota Falerni. 
Quo pinus ingens albaque populus 
Umbram hospitalem consociare amant 
Ramis? Quid obliquo laborat 
Lympha fugax trepidare rivo? 
Huc vina et unguenta et nimium breves 
Flores amoenae ferre jube rosae, 
Dum res et aetas et Sororum 
Fila trium patiuntur atra. 
Cedes coémtis saltibus, et domo, 
Villaque, flavus quam Tiberis lavit : 
Cedes ; et exstructis in altum 
Divitiis potietur heres. 
Divesne prisco natus ab Inacho, 
Nil interest, an pauper et infima 
De gente sub divo moreris, 
Victima nil miserantis Orci. 
Omnes eodem cogimur: omnium 
Versatur urna serius ocius 
Sors exitura, et nos in aeternum 
Exsilium impositura cymbae. 


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TO DELLIUS. 


PRESERVE a firm, well-balanced mind 
When fortune on thee frowns ; 

Nor less a mind from pride set free 
When she thy labor crowns. 

O Dellius, thou who soon shalt die, 
Howe’er thy time is spent, 

Though thou to sorrow giv’st thy life, 
Or art on mirth intent ; 

What though on grassy slopes reclined, 
With wine of ancient brand 

Thou mak’st good cheer on festal days ? — 
On ‘hee death lays his hand. 

Where do the pine and poplar white 
A social shade ally? 

Where doth the tortuous brooklet strive 
To hurry murmuring by? 

There bid them bring perfumes and wine, 
The roses’ sweet brief flower ; 

While Fortune, Youth, the sisters’ threads 

_ Leave these joys in our power. 

From purchased lawns and lofty house 
By yellow Tiber’s stream, 

Thou shalt depart — o’er all thy wealth 
Thy heir shall reign supreme. 

Art rich, and sprung from Inachus ? 
Art poor, of mean descent? 

It matters nothing to the dead, 
Their course one way is bent. 

Or soon, or late, our lot will leap 
From Fate’s unpitying urn ; 

And they who once with Charon sail 
From exile ne’er return. 


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CARVES Milas xavalilile 


NON EBUR NEQUE AUREUM. 


Non ebur neque aureum 

Mea renidet in domo lacunar ; 
Non trabes Hymettiae 

Premunt columnas ultima recisas 
Africa, neque Attali 

Ignotus heres regiam occupavi, 
Nec Laconicas mihi 

Trahunt honestae purpuras clientae. 
At fides et ingeni 

Benigna vena est, pauperemque dives 
Me petit ; nihil supra 

Deos lacesso, nec potentem amicum 
Largiora flagito, 

Satis beatus unicis Sabinis. 
Truditur dies die, 

Novaeque pergunt interire Lunae. 
Tu secanda marmora 

Locas sub ipsum funus, et sepulcri 
Immemor struis domos, 

Marisque Baiis obstrepentis urges 
Summovere litora, 

Parum locuples continente ripa. 
Quid, quod usque proximos 

Revellis agri terminos, et ultra 
Limites clientium 

Salis avarus? Pellitur paternos 
In sinu ferens deos 

Kit uxor et vir sordidosque natos. 
Nulla certior tamen, 

Rapacis Orci fine destinata 
Aula divitem manet 


gO 


Herum. Quid ultra tendis? Acqua tellus 
Pauperi recluditur 

Regumque pueris, nec satelles Orci 
Callidum Promethea 

Revexit auro captus. Hic superbum 
Tantalum; atque Tantali 

Genus coércet ; hic levare functum 
Pauperem laboribus 

Vocatus atque non vocatus audit. 
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NO IVORY OR GOLDEN WALL. 


No ivory or golden wall 
Within my dwelling gleams ; 

No columns hewn in Africa 
Support Hymettian beams ; 

No foreign kingdom falls to me 
An unexpected heir ; 

No well-born clients at my door 
Laconian purple wear. 

Good faith is mine ; of talent too 
I have a kindly vein ; 

Though poor I be, to visit me 
The rich do not disdain. 

For more than this I cannot ask, — 
The gods I do not tease, 

Nor weary I my powerful friend 
For higher gifts than these, 

While here upon my Sabine farm 
I happy live at ease. 

Day thrusts on day, new moons arise, 
Each like the rest to die ; 


ΟΙ 


But you your marble contracts make, 
Though death himself be nigh, 

And, reckless of your hastening fate, 
Pile buildings to the sky, . 

And push your piers into the sea, 
Where loud the breakers roar, 

Not satisfied like others with 
The limits of the shore. 

What though to raze your neighbor’s bounds 
You strive, and eke succeed? 

What though your clients’ fields are doomed 
Your avarice to feed? 

With household gods your tenants all 
You banish from your farms ; 

Husband and wife alike must go, 
With infants in their arms : 

Yet greedy Orcus waits for you, 
The master rich and stern ; 

No goal more fixed and sure than this, 
From which is no return. 

Why further strive? The earth is just 
To beggar and to king,” 

Nor can Prometheus Charon bribe, 
His soul from death to bring.“ 

Proud Tantalus with all his race 
Doth Orcus fast restrain, 

And, whether called or uninvoked, 
Frees poverty from pain. 


ΟΖ 


CARM. III. XXI. 


AD AMPHORAM. 


O ΝΑΤᾺ mecum consule Manlio, 
Seu tu querelas, sive geris jocos, : 
Seu rixam et insanos amores, 

Seu facilem, pia testa, somnum ; 
Quocunque lectum nomine Massicum 
Servas, moveri digna bono die, 

Descende, Corvino jubente 
Promere languidiora vina. 
Non ille quamquam Socraticis madet - 
Sermonibus, te negliget horridus: 
Narratur et prisci Catonis 
Saepe mero caluisse virtus. 
Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoves 
Plerumque duro ; tu sapientium 
Curas et arcanum jocoso 

Consilium retegis Lyaeo ; 

Tu spem reducis mentibus anxiis 
Viresque, et addis cornua pauperi, 
Post te neque iratos trementi 

Regum apices, neque militum arma. 
Te Liber, et, si laeta aderit, Venus, 
Segnesque nodum solvere Gratiae, 

Vivaeque producent lucernae, 
Dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus. 


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TOS CASK. 


Hoty cask of precious wine, 

Thou whose age dost equal mine, 

In Manlius’ time that hadst thy birth, 
Full of discord or of mirth, 

Whether strife within you keep, 
Loves insane or easy sleep ; 
Whatso’er the reason be 

That they Massic stored in thee, 

Fit a festal day to grace, — 

Come down now, from thy high place ; 
Descend, for now Corvinus mine 
Bids me bring him riper wine. 

He, though steeped in Grecian lore, 
Ever will thy power adore. 

(Cato’s virtue, as we know, 

Took from wine a warmer glow). 
Thou the sluggish mind dost spur 
That without thee will not stir ; 

Thou dost probe the wise man’s care, 
And his secret plans lay bare ; 

Minds distraught with anxious fear 
Thou dost bid be of good cheer ; 
Added strength the poor man takes, 
When of thee a friend he makes, 
And, trusting thee has no alarms 
From monarchs’ crowns or soldiers’ arms. 
Bacchus shall lead thee to our feast, 
And Venus if she will; nor least, 
The Graces, clinging hand to hand, 
Shall on our table bid thee stand, 
When candles shed their genial light ; 
When Phoebus puts the stars to flight. 


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CARM. III. XXVI. 
AD VENEREM. 


ὙΊΧΙ puellis nuper idoneus, 
Et militavi non sine gloria ; 
Nunc arma defunctumque bello 
Barbiton hic paries habebit, 
Laevum marinae qui Veneris latus 
Custodit. Hic, hic ponite lucida 
Funalia et vectes et arcus 
Oppositis foribus minaces. 
O quae beatam, diva, tenes Cyprum et 
Memphin carentem Sithonia nive, 
Regina, sublimi flagello 
Tange Chloén semel arrogantem. 


TO VENUS: = 


Tuus far I have lived a fair match for the girls, 
And campaigned with some little renown, 

But my arms and my lyre, as from war I retire, 
I, vanquished and humble lay down. 

The left wall of the temple of Venus shall hold 
And shall keep all the tools of my trade ; 

Here hang my bright torches, my bow and my bars, 
That once many doors made afraid. 

O goddess who rulest o’er Cyprus the rich 
And Memphis free ever from snow, 

As with scourge lifted high you pass Chloe by, 
Give the arrogant damsel one blow. 


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CARM. IV. VII. 
AD TORQUATUM. 


DIFFUGERE nives, redeunt jam gramina campis, 
Arboribusque comae ; 

Mutat terra vices, et decrescentia ripas 
Flumina praetereunt ; 

Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet 
Ducere nuda choros. 

Immortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum 
Quae rapit hora diem. 

Frigora mitescunt Zephyris ; ver proterit aestas, 
Interitura simul 

Pomifer Auctumnus fruges effuderit, et mox 
Bruma recurrit iners. 

Damna tamen celeres reparant coelestia lunae : 
Nos, ubi decidimus, 

Quo pater Aeneas, quo dives Tullus et Ancus, 
Pulvis et umbra sumus. 

Quis scit, an adjiciant hodiernae crastina summae 
Tempora di superi? 

Cuncta manus avidas fugient haeredis, amico 
Quae dederis animo. 

Quum semel occideris et de te-splendida Minos 
Fecerit arbitria, 

Non Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te 
Restituet pietas. 

Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum 
Liberat Hippolytum, 

Nec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro 
Vincula Pirithoo. 


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TO TOROUAGUS: 


THE snows have fled, the trees their foliage clothes. 
The grass the fields ; 
The rivers lessening flow along, and frost 
To sunshine yields ; 
The Graces with their sister nymphs begin 
To lead the dance ; 
All things are fleeting here, says she who bids 
The day advance. 
The Zephyrs banish cold, and Summer comes, 
So soon to die, 
As fruity Autumn lavishes his store 
And hurries by. 
Recurring moons repair celestial loss ; 
When we once fall, 
Like Tullus and lke Ancus rich we are 
Dust, ashes all. 
The Gods may not allow to-morrow’s sun 
On us to shine. 
All things thy grasping heir shall lose which thou 
Mak’st truly thine. 
As soon as thou hast died, and Minos stern 
Thy fate decides, 
Not wealth nor piety, my friend, 
Nor wit besides, — 
Can rescue thee. Though Dian strive, in hell 
Her love must stay: 
In vain will Theseus try Pirithous’ bonds 
To tear away. 


ah no, 


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CARM IV. ΧΙ. 
AD PHYLLIDEM. 


Est mihi nonum superantis annum 

Plenus Albani cadus ; est in horto, 

Phylli, nectendis apium coronis ; 
Est hederae vis 

Multa, qua crines religata fulges ; 

Ridet argento domus ; ara castis 

Vincta verbenis avet immolato 
Spargier agno ; 

Cuncta festinat manus, huc et illuc 

Cursitant mixtae pueris puellae ; 

Sordidum flammae trepidant rotantes 
Vertice fumum. 

Ut tamen noris, quibus advoceris 

Gaudiis, Idus tibi sunt agendae, 

Qui dies mensem Veneris marinae 
Findit Aprilem, 

Jure solennis mihi, sanctiorque 

Paene natali proprio, quod ex hac 

Luce Maecenas meus affluentes 
Ordinat annos. 

Telephum, quem tu petis, occupavit, 

Non tuae sortis juvenem, puella 

Dives et lasciva, tenetque grata 
Compede vinctum. 

Terret ambustus Phaéthon avaras 

Spes, et exemplum grave praebet ales 

Pegasus, terrenum equitem gravatus 
Bellerophontem, 

Semper ut te digna sequare, et, ultra 

Quam licet sperare nefas putando, 

Disparem vites. Age jam, meorum 
Finis amorum, — 


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Non enim posthac alia calebo 

Femina, — condisce modos, amanda 

Voce quos reddas ; minuuntur atrae 
Carmine curae. 


ΤΟ. ΡΗΥΠ,,15. 


I HAVE a cask of Alban wine, 
Ripened more than seasons nine ; 
In the garden Phyllis, see, 
Parsley-crowns I wreathe for thee ; 
Store of ivy, too, is mine, 

Bound with which your locks shall shine ; 
Silver in the house you find ; 
Vervains pure the altar bind, 

On which a tender lamb we lay 
In honor of this festal day. 

All the house is full of glee, 

Boys and girls run merrily 

Up and down; meanwhile the fire 
Whirls its smoky vertex higher. 
But, that you may understand 
- All the joys for thee at hand, 
Listen! ‘This is April’s Ides, — 
Venus-day the month divides. 
Foam-born Venus from the sea 
Rose this day; and it to me 
Holier is, more fit for mirth, 
Than the day that gave me birth. 
For Maecenas my delight, 

On this day first saw the light. 
From this day he counts his years 
As each newer spring appears. 


ΟΣ ΤΣ 


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Telephus, for whom you burn, 
Another loves, and in her turn 
Holds the captive she has found 
In a pleasing fetter bound. 

Rich and wanton she, I trow; 

He a happier youth than thou. 
Caution take from Phaethon, 
Who, by steering near the sun, 
Wrecked his hopes ; and Pegasus 
Holds a warning up to us, — 
Pegasus, who, out of spite, 

Cast to earth his earth-born knight. 
What befits these seek, nor higher 
Than becomes thy rank aspire. 


Come, of all my loves the last, 
Phyllis, come ; for in times past 

I have loved: but nevermore 

Shall I love as heretofore. 

Come and learn a song of me, — 
From your lips ’twill sweeter be ; 
Come and learn the strain, my fair, — 
Song can lessen gloomy care. 


BEOD ΠΙ: 
ALPHIUS. 


“BEATUs ille, qui procul negotiis, 
Ut prisca gens mortalium, 
Paterna rura bubus exercet suis, 
Solutus omni fenore. 


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Neque excitatur classico miles truci, 
Neque horret iratum mare, 

Forumque vitat et superba civium 
Potentiorum limina. 

Ergo aut adulta vitium propagine . 
Altas maritat populos, 

Aut in reducta valle mugientium 
Prospectat errantes greges ; 

Inutilesque falce ramos amputans 
Feliciores inserit ; 

Aut pressa puris mella condit amphoris ; 
Aut tondet infirmas oves ; 

Vel, cum decorum mitibus pomis caput 
Auctumnus agris extulit, 

Ut gaudet insitiva decerpens pira, 
Certantem et uvam purpurae, 

Qua muneretur te, Priape, et te, pater 
Silvane, tutor finium ! 

Libet jacere, modo sub antiqua ilice, 
Modo in tenaci gramine. _ 

Labuntur altis interim ripis aquae, 
Queruntur in silvis aves, 

Fontesque lymphis obstrepunt manantibus, 
Somnos quod invitet leves. 

At quum tonantis annus hibernus Jovis 
Imbres nivesque comparat, 

Aut trudit acres hinc et hinc multa cane 
Apros in obstantes plagas, 

Aut amite levi rara tendit retia, 
Turdis edacibus dolos, 

Pavidumque leporem et advenam laqueo gruem 
Jucunda captat praemia. 

Quis non malarum quas amor curas haket, 
Haec inter obliviscitur ? 


ΙΟῚ 


Quod si pudica mulier in partem juvet 
Domum atque dulces liberos, 

Sabina qualis aut perusta solibus 
Pernicis uxor Apuli, 

Sacrum vetustis extruat lignis focum 
Lassi sub adventum viri 

Claudensque textis cratibus laetum pecus, 
Distenta siccet ubera ; 


Et horna dulci vina promens dolio, 


‘ Dapes inemtas apparet ; 

Non me Lucrina juverint conchylia, 
Magisve rhombus aut scari, 

Si quos Eois intonata fluctibus 
Hiems ad hoc vertat mare ; 

Non Afra avis descendat in ventrem meum, 
Non attagen Ionicus 

Jucundior, quam lecta de pinguissimis 
Oliva ramis arborum, 

Aut herba lapathi prata amantis, et gravi 
Malvae salubres corpori, 

Vel agna festis caesa Terminalibus, 
Vel haedus ereptus lupo. 


Has inter epulas, ut juvat pastas oves 
Videre properantes domum, 

Videre fessos vomerem inversum boves 
Collo trahentes languido, 

Positosque vernas, ditis examen domus, 
Circum renidentes Lares!” 

Haec ubi locustus fenerator Alfius 
Jam, jam futurus rusticus, | 

Omnem redegit Idibus pecuniam 
Quaerit Kalendis ponere. 


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ALPHIUS. 


“Happy the man who, free from care, 

Like earth’s most ancient race, 

With oxen ploughs his father’s field 
Nor wears the usurer’s face. 

No soldier he, by trumpet stirred ; 
He sails no angry main ; 

The forum and Rome’s haughty homes 
Shall look for him in vain: 

For now he weds the poplar tall 
To full-grown shoots of vine, 

Or in a winding valley views 
His lowing herds of kine ; 

Or prunes and grafts the useless trees, 
Whose boughs their fruit refuse ; 

Or stores up honey in pure jars, 
Or shears the tender ewes. 

Then, when Auctumnus shows his head, 
Round which ripe apples shine, 

With joy he plucks the grafted pear, 
The clusters of the vine. 

The purple bunches of the grape, 
Priapus, thou shalt share ; 

And thou, Silvanus god of bounds, 
Shalt have a portion fair. 

He loves to lie beneath old oaks, 
Or on the grassy plain, 

Where rivers glide *twixt lofty banks, 
Where birds in groves complain ; 
Where fountains, bubbling at his feet, 

Their murmuring courses keep, 
And prattling, as they hurry on, 
Invite to soothing sleep. 


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But when the wintry year of Jove 
Makes ready rains and snows, 

Against the boars, with dogs and nets, 
The farmer hunting goes ; 

Or spreads the toils with fowler’s pole, 
And thrushes so ensnares ; 

And catches, too, the travelled crane ; 
Or else the timorous hares. 

(Mid scenes like this, who seeks intrigues, 
With all their load of cares ?) 

But if a modest wife beside 
To him sweet children bears, 

(A Sabine or Apulian bride, 
Sun-burned, with nimble feet, 

Who piles the hearth with well-dried logs, 
At night her spouse to greet ; 

And folding next the joyous cows, 
Drains all their udders dry ; 

And makes sweet wine of this year’s growth 
An unbought feast supply) 

Lucrinian oysters nevermore 
My palate shall delight, 

Nor shall the turbot and the scar 
Appease my appetite, 

(Supposing storms from eastern seas 
Should hither send these fish) ; 

Nor shall the pheasant make for me 
An appetizing dish. 

Ionian moor-fowl I’ll eschew, 
To which the olive yields, 

Though gathered from the richest boughs 
In all the farmer’s fields ; 

Though sweeter ’tis than wholesome herbs 
That in the meadows grow, — 


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Sweeter than lambs on festals slain, 
Than kids snatched from their foe. 

*Mid feasts like this to see the sheep, 
Well fed, come home at night, 

The weary ox bring back the plough, 
And round the shining light 

The slaves at rest, — the mansion’s pride, — 
Is sure a pleasant sight!” 

Thus, then, the usurer Alphius said, 
With mind on farming bent ; 

And so called all his money in, 
Which all next day he — lent. 


LESBIA. 
CATULLUS. 


ILLE mi par esse deo videtur 

Ille, si fas est, superare divos, 

Qui sedens adversus identidem te 
Spectat et audit 

Dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 
Eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te’ 
Lesbi aspexi nihil est super mi. 


Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus 
Flamma demanat, sonitu suopte 
Tintinant aures, gemina teguntur 
Lumina nocte. 


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Otium Catulle tibi molestum est : 
Otio exultas nimiumque gestis. 
Otium et reges prius et beatas 
Perdidit urbes. 


LESBIA. 


HE seems to me to equal the gods, 
Or the gods, may I say, to outdo, 

Who sits in the presence, and now and then looks 
In the face, my darling, of you. 


When I hear your sweet laugh, O Lesbia dear, 
Of my senses I’m wholly bereft ; 

And when once I have looked on your face so fair, 
Of me there’s not any thing left. 


But my tongue grows dumb, and a subtle flame 
My inmost senses pervades ; 

My ears both ring with a noiseless sound, 
And the light from my two eyes fades. 


’Tis leisure Catullus, that troubles you, man ; 
In leisure you frolic and sing: 

’Tis idleness ruins, as nothing else can, 
Full many a rich city and king. 


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AD FABULLUM. 
CATULLUS. 


CENABIS bene mi Fabulle apud me 
Paucis, si tibi dii favent diebus, 

Si tecum attuleris bonam atque magnam 
Cenam, non sine candida puella 

Et vino et sale et omnibus cachinnis. 
Haec si inquam attuleris venuste noster 
Cenabis bene: nam tui Catulli 

Plenus sacculus est aranearum. 

Sed contra accipies meros amores 

Seu quid suavius elegantiusve est; _ 
Nam unguentum dabo quod meae puellae 
Donarunt Veneres Cupidinesque, 

Quod tu cum olfacies deos rogabis 
Totum ut te faciant Fabulle nasum. 


TO FABULLUS. 


You shall dine very well, Fabullus, with me, 

A few days hence, if the gods be kind, 

Provided you bring a dinner with you, 

Well cooked and abundant, — and leave not behind 
Wine and salt and a pretty girl 

With merry jokes. If these you provide 

You shall dine very well ; for Catullus’ purse 

Has nothing at all but cobwebs inside. 

But, on the other hand, take you my love ; 

Or stay, something sweeter I have to bestow, — 

A perfume I’ll give you, sweet to the smell, 

Sent to my girl some few days ago 

By Venus, and Cupid, who followed her car ; 
Which, when you have smelled, more sweet than the rose, 
The gods you will entreat, Fabullus, my friend, 
That you may become one enormous nose. 


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109 


THOU. © TROV. 


THOU, my native Troy, no longer 
Shall a virgin fortress be ; 

For a cloud of foemen stronger 

With the sword have taken thee. 
Thou hast lost thy crown of turrets, 
And in smoke hast wrapped thy head, 
And thy streets, O wretched city! 

I again shall never tread. 


It was midnight when I perished, 
When sleep after feasts is sweet, 
When at length my husband cherished 
Homeward turned his weary feet. 
He, of festal dances leader, 

Threw himself upon the bed, 

When his faithful sword too gladly 
He had hung above his head, 

For no longer hostile war ships 
Filled the Trojan town with dread. 

I was braiding up my tresses, 

And with fillets bound my hair, 
While from lamps and golden mirrors 
Countless beams filled all the air. 
Then a noise swept through the city, 
And this cry made each heart burn, — 
“When, ye Grecian warriors, will ye 
Sack this Ilion.and return?” 

I, clad like a Doric maiden, 

Left my couch and ran with speed, 
Seeking then, all sorrow-laden, 

Help from Artemis in my need. 


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110 


But her temple reached I never: 
Soldiers seize and drag away 

Me from home and Troy forever, 

And my husband foully slay. 

O’er the briny deep they led me, 
Looking toward my native town, 
When the ships their tall sails hoisted, 
And the towers of Troy sank down. 
Then the Dioscuri’s sister 

Cursed I as I sailed away 

And her leman, evil Paris, — 

They whose marriage brought this day. 
Marriage! Call it that name never: 
Call it vengeful Fury’s hate, 

That doth Troy and Trojans sever, 
And leaves me all desolate. 

Never ay she safe see Sparta, 
Sailing o’er the ocean’s foam, 

Nor by favoring breezes wafted 

May she reach her father’s home. 


LEACH 


IAIAAOS. 


XXII. — 437-515. 


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114 
ILIAD. 


XXII. 437-518. 


SHE, weeping, spake ; but Hector’s wife as yet 
Knew not the truth. No messenger had come 
To explain her husband’s stay outside the walls ; 
But in the hall’s recess she wove a web 
Purple and double, and she mingled in 
Bright blossoms with the texture of the cloth. 
Her fair-haired maids throughout the house she bade 
Place by the fire a caldron huge to bathe 
Hector’s tired limbs, when from the fight he came. 
Foolish! who knew not then, that, far from baths, 
Pallas had slain him by Achilles’ hands. 
But when she heard the wailing from the tower, 
Her limbs all shook, — she let her shuttle fall, 
And thus addressed her fair-haired maids again: 
“Come hither, follow, two of you with me: 
I fain would see what deeds have here been wrought. 
I heard my mother’s words, and then my heart 
Leaps to my mouth, my knees with fear grow numb ; 
Some evil sure o’er Priam’s sons impends. 
Would that my ear might miss her speech! for now 
I greatly fear that Peleus’ son pursues 
Brave Hector from the city towards the plain, 
And makes an end of all that prowess sad 
By which he dwelt not with the common herd, 
But far outran them, — like in might to none.” 
Thus saying, through the hall she rushed insane 
With throbbing heart: her handmaids with her went ; 
And when she reached the tower and throng of men, 
With timorous glance she stood upon the wall, 
And saw her Hector dragged before the town 
By reckless steeds swift to the Achaian ships. 


115 


Then gloomy night enveloped both her eyes ; 
Backward she fell and breathed out all her soul ; 
Far from her head she cast the shining ties, 

The wreath, the head-dress with the woven net, 
And veil which golden Aphrodite gave 

The day when crested Hector wedded her, 
Eétion’s child, and countless gifts bestowed. 

A train of sisters stand around to tend 
Andromache, brought nigh to death by fear. 

But when her breath returned, and sense came back, 
With bursting sobs the matrons she addressed : 

“ Ah, me, O Hector! So one fate we had, 

We two, — thou here in Priam’s house in Troy, 
And I in Thebes, —’neath Placos rich in woods, 
Within Eétion’s walls who nurtured me, 

Ill-fated daughter of a wretched sire. 

Would that he never had begotten me! 

But now thou goest underneath the earth 

To Hades’ realms, and me bereaved dost leave 
To hateful sorrow in thy father’s house. 

Astyanax as yet is but a babe, 

Whom thou and I of evil fate brought forth. 

No profit, Hector, wilt thou be to him, 

Nor he to thee ; for should he now escape 

_ This sad Achaian war still toil and woes 
Hereafter shall be his, and other men 

Shall rob him of his fields. The day that makes 
Thy boy an orphan steals his friends away. 

His head hangs down ; his cheeks are wet with grief ; 
His father’s comrades he in need accosts, 
Plucking the cloak of one, the other’s coat ; 

And one in pity offers him a cup, 

Which wets his lips, but never slakes his thirst. 
Some happier man shail thrust him from the meal 


116 


Smitten with blows, reviled with cutting words : 
‘Begone! Not e’en thy father feasts with us.’ 
Then to his mother, full of tears, returns 
Astyanax, who once on Hector’s knees 

Ate marrow only and the fat of sheep ; 

And when sleep seized him, and he ceased from play, 
Slept sound on couches, in his nurse’s arms, 

On softest beds, filled in his heart with joy. 

But now, bereft of thee, he suffers woes, — 
Astyanax, so named since thou alone 

Didst Priam’s city’s gates and walls defend. 

Far from thy parents, by the beaked ships, 

Thee crawling worms shall eat, when greedy dogs 
Have had their fill. Naked thou art, although 
Robes fine and graceful in thy palace lie, 

Which, wrought by women’s hands, I will consume 
With blazing fire, — no profit now to thee, 

Since thou shalt never lie on them, but they 

Shall honor thee before the Trojan folk.” 


She weeping spake: the matrons with her mourned. 


PRINZESSIN ILSE. 
HEINE. 


Icu bin die Prinzessin Ilse, 

Und wohne im Ilsenstein ; 

Komm mit mir nach meinem schlosse, 
Wir wollen selig sein. 


117 


Dein haupt will ich benetzen 

Mit meiner klaren Well’, 

Du sollst deine Schmerzen vergessen, 
Du sorgenkranker Gesell ! 


In meinen weissen Armen, 

An meiner weissen Brust, 

Da sollst du liegen und triiumen 
Von alter Miirchenlust. 


Ich will dich kiissen und herzen, 
Wie ich geherzt und gekiisst 
Den lieben Kaiser Heinrich 
Der nun gestorben ist. 


Es bleiben todt die Todten, 
Und nur der Lebendige lebt ; 
Und ich bin schén und bliihend, 
Mein lachendes Herze bebt. 


Und bebt mein Herz dort unten 

So klingt mein krystallenes Schloss, 
Es tanzen die Friulein und Ritter, 
Es jubelt der Knappentross. 


Es rauschen seidenen Schleppen, 
Es klirren die Eisenspor’n, 

Die Zwerge trompeten und pauken, 
Und fideln und blasen das Horn. 


Doch dich soll mein Arm umschlingen 
- Wie er Kaiser Heinrich umschlang: 
Ich hielt ihm zu die Ohren, 

Wenn die Trompet’ erklang. 


118 


PRINCESS ILSE. 


I am the Princess Ilse, 
And I live in Isenstein: 
Come with me to my castle, 
And a happy lot is thine. 


Thy head will I besprinkle 
With water fresh and fair: 
Thy sorrow all thou shalt forget, 
Though sick at heart with care. 


My soft white arms shall hold thee 
Close to my whiter breast, 

And, lulled with dreams of fairy land, 
Thou there shalt take thy rest. 


I will kiss thee and embrace thee, 
As I kissed and held the head 

Of the noble Emperor Henry, 
Who now is with the dead. 


The dead are dead and buried, 
And only the living live ; 

But I am fair and blooming, 
With a merry heart to give. 


My heart throbs ’neath the water, 
And my crystal castle rings: 

The knight with the ladies dances, 
The squire huzzas and sings. 


"ΜΙᾺ the rustle of silken dresses, 
The clatter of spurs is heard ; 

And with fiddles and horns and kettle-drums 
The listeners’ blood is stirred. 


119 


But thee shall the arms encircle 
That held the Emperor fast, 


And stopped his ears with their fingers 
When I heard the trumpet’s blast. 


For I am the Princess Ilse, 
And in Ilsenstein I dwell: 
Come home with me to my castle, 
And all with thee shall be well. 


DIE JUNGFRAU. 
HEINE. 


Die Jungfrau schlift in der Kammer, 
Der Mond schaut zitternd hinein ; 
Da draussen singt es und klingt es, 
Wie walzermelodein. 


Ich will mal schau’n aus dem Fenster 
Wer drunten stért meine Ruh’. 

Da steht ein Todtengerippe, 

Und fidelt und singt dazu: 


Hast einst mir den Tanz versprochen, 
Und hast gebrochen dein Wort, 

Und heut ist Ball auf dem Kirchof, 
Komm mit, wir tanzen dort. 


Die Jungfrau ergrift es gewaltig ; 
Es lockt sie hervor aus dem Haus ; 
Sie folgt dem Gerippe, das singend 
Und fidelnd schreitet voraus. 


120 


Es fidelt und tiinzelt und hiipfet, 

Und klappert mit seinem Gebein, 
Und nickt und nickt mit dem Schadel 
Unheimlich in Mondenschein. 


THE MAIDEN. 
HEINE. 


THE maiden sleeps in her chamber, 
The tremulous moon looks in ; 
Outside is singing and ringing, 
And waltzing tunes begin. 


“T will look and see from my window 
Who troubles my rest outside.” 

A skeleton stands in the moonlight there, 
And fiddles and sings beside. 


“Thou didst promise me a dance once, 
And thy word thou dost not keep. 
To-night is a ball in the churchyard: 
We'll dance while other folk sleep.” 


He seizes the maiden roughly, 
And pulls her out of her bed: 

She follows the bones that, singing 
And fiddling, stride ahead. 


He fiddles and dances and capers, 
And rattles his bones long dead, 

And horridly in the moonlight 

Keeps nodding and nodding his head. 


121 


DIE ‘ROSE. 
HEINE. 


Dir Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne, 
Die liebt’ ich einst alle in Liebeswonne. 
Ich heb’ sie nicht mehr, ich liebe alleine 
Die Kleine, die Feine, die Reine, die Kine ; 
Sie selber, aller Liebe Bronne 

Ist Rose, und Lilie und Taube und Sonne. 


THE ROSE. 


THE rose, the lily, the dove, the sun, 

I loved them all and every one. 

I love them no more, — I love alone 
The little, the pretty, the pure, the one ; 
Herself the source and fount of Love 
Is rose and lily and sun and dove. 


FREUNDSCHAFT. 
HEINE. 


FREUNDSCHAFT, Liebe, Stein der Weisen, 
Diese dreie hort’ ich preisen, 

Und ich pries und suchte sie, 

Aber ach! ich fand sie nie. 


FRIENDSHIP. 


FRIENDSHIP, love, the philosopher’s stone, 
These three I heard praised ever: 

I praised and sought them as well as the rest, 
But ah! I found them never. 


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122 


VERSPOTTE NICHT DEN TEUFEL. 
HEINE. 


Menscu! verspotte nicht den Teufel, 
Kurz ist ja die Lebensbahn, 
Und die ewige Verdammniss 
Ist kein blosser Pébelswahn. 


Mensch! bezahle deine Schulden, 
Lang ist ja die Lebesbahn, 

Und du must noch manchmal borgen 
Wie du es so oft gethan. 


MOCK NOT THE DEVIL. 


Man! mock not the Devil: 
Life is short at the best, 
And eternal damnation 
Is no matter for jest. 


Man! pay up thy debts: 
You’ve a long race to run, 
And you'll have often to borrow, 
As you often have done. 


123 


ADONIS. 
HEINE. 


Das ist des Fruhlings traurige Lust! 

Die bliihenden Miidchen, die wilde Schaar, 

Sie sturmen dahin, mit flatterndem Haar, 

Und Jammergeheul und entblésster Brust: 
Adonis! Adonis! 


Es sinkt die Nacht. Bei Fackelschein 
Sie suchen hin und her im Wald’, 
’ Der angstverwirret wiederhallt, 
Von Weinen und Lachen und Schluchzen und Schrei’n: 
Adonis! Adonis! 


Das wunderschone Jiinglingsbild, 

Es liegt am Boden blass und todt, 

Das Blut fiirbt alle Blumen roth, 

Und Klagelaut die Luft erfiillt: — 
Adonis! Adonis! 


ADONIS. 


Tuis is mournful pleasure of spring! 

The blooming maidens who wildly sing 

As they storm away with loosened hair, 

And howls of sorrow, and breast stripped bare, 
Adonis! Adonis! 


The night comes on. By torches’ glare 

They search the wood through here and there: 

The forest confused gives back their cries 

Of weeping and laughing and sobbing and sighs, 
Adonis! Adonis! 


124 


The youth so wondrous fair lies dead, 
His blood stains all the blossoms red ; 
On earth he lies all pale and still, 
While cries of grief the spring air fill, 
Adonis! Adonis! 


SAPHIRE SIND DIE AUGEN DEIN. 
HEINE, 


Saphire sind die Augen dein, 

Die lieblichen, die siissen ; 

O, dreimal gliicklich ist der Mann, 
Den sie mit Liebe begriissen. 


Dein Herz, es ist ein Diamant, 
Der edle Lichter spriihet ; 

O, dreimal gliicklich ist der Mann, 
Fiir den es liebend gliihet. 


Rubinen sind die Lippen dein, 
Mann kann nicht schon’re sehen ; 
O, dreimal gliicklich ist der Mann, 
Dem sie die Liebe gestehen. 


O, kennt ich nur den gliicklichen Mann, 
O, dass ich ihn nur finde, 

So recht allein im griinen Wald, 

Sein Gliick hatt bald ein Ende. 


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SAPPHIRES ARE THY EYES. 


SAPPHIRES are thy eyes, 
So lovely and so sweet ; 
Thrice happy is the man 
Whom they with love do greet. 


A diamond is thy heart, 

That glorious splendor throws ; 
Thrice happy is the man 

For whom that dear heart glows. 


Rubies are thy lips, 

None fairer are to see: 
Thrice happy is the man 
Whose rubies bright these be. 


Could I but find this man 

In a lonesome green wood, 
His luck should all leave him, 
On the spot where he stood. 


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FABULAE QUAEDAM. 


[I have given here a few fables not generally found in the school edi- 
tions, and corrected by an examination of the accessible codices. At the 
request of the publishers, I have added English translations, in order that 
readers unfamiliar with Latin may be able to appreciate the strikingly 
modern tone of these stories. ] 


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RUSTICUS INCOMPTUS. 


Rusticus amico quondam dixit, se non intelligere posse 
quo fiebat ut multi capillos comere possent cotidie cum 
ipse caesariem bis in anno tantum comendo horribile vexa- 
retur. 

Haec fabula nobis docet ut usus multa facilia reddit quae 
inexpertis insuperabilia videantur. 


ἘΠΕ ONKEMPT RUSTIC: 


A country fellow once said to a friend that he could not 
understand how some people can comb their hair every day, 
for it almost killed him to comb his own once in six months. 

This fable shows that practice makes easy many things 
which appear impossible to the inexpert. 


FUR TERRITUS. 


Duo fures quondam nocte surgebant ut cerasa ex arbore 
quadam surriperent. Itaque in arborem scandebant ubi 
-unus in bifurco ramo infixus manus in braccarum sacculos 


intrudere conabatur ut cultro inde detracto ramisque ab- 
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scisis se liberaret. Sed in tenebris et festinans se male ves 
tierat et braccas reversas induerat. 

Sic cum sacculum non invenire potuit se a Jove celeriter 
punitum fuisse ratus et terrore impletus sodali vociferavit 
“Vae mihi Jacobe! detortus sum.” Haec fabula docet non 
furem oportere se festinantem vestire. 


THE FRIGHTENED THIEF. 


Two thieves once went by night to steal cherries. Hav- 
ing climbed into a tree, one of them got wedged in between 
two branches, and tried to thrust his hands into his pockets, 
in order to take out his knife and cut himself free. But when 
he dressed himself in the dark, and in a hurry, he put on his 
breeches wrong side before. 

So, unable to find his pockets, and thinking the judgment 
of heaven was upon him, he shouted to his companion, “ Och, 
Jamie, I’m twisted!” This fable shows that a thief should 
not dress himself in a hurry. 


PUER ET SCARABEUS. 


PUER quidam in ludo literarum scarabeum habuit cum quo 
saepe in scrinio magistro negligente, se oblectabat. Sed 
magister tandem puerum ludentem et libros negligentem 
sensit, et propius accessit cum puer ne causa desidiae dep- 
rehenderetur scarabeum arripuit et devoravit. 

Haec fabula docet pueros multa concoquere posse a quibus 
valde horremus. i 


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THE BOY AND THE BEETLE. 


A certain school-boy had a pet beetle with which he used 
to amuse himself in his desk when the master was not watch- 
ing him. But one day the master, observing the boy playing 
and neglecting his books, came up to him, when the boy, for 
fear the cause of his idleness should be detected, seized the 
beetle and devoured it. 

This fable teaches that boys can digest many things from 
which we shrink with horror. 


PATERFAMILIAS IRATUS. 


PATERFAMILIAS uxori 5146 uvas in vinea optimas se ab- 
sente devoratas esse querebatur. Cui illa respondit, “ Galli- 
nae hoc fecerunt.” Tum ille furens exclamavit, “Suspicor 
eas bipedes gallinas fuisse.” 


THE ANGRY FATHER. 


THE father of a family complained to his wife that the best 
grapes in his vineyard had been devoured in his absence. 
She replied, “The hens did it.” Then he wrathfully ex- 
claimed, “TI guess they were two-legged hens!” 


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AETHIOPS SLULTUS. 


AETHIOPS senex se non comprehendere posse dixit quo fit 
ut Luna solis noctibus illustribus lucem daret, cum non 
radiis ejus Opus esset. 

Haec fabula docet Aethiopem stultum fuisse. 


THE FOOLISH NEGRO. 


AN old negro said he could not see why the moon should 
shine only on bright nights when her light is not needed. 
The fable shows that the negro was a fool. 


PUERL ἘΠ BUEO: τ 


PueERI Aethiopes discalceati quondam segetes in horto 
arculabant. Unus exclamabat alteri, “ Bufonem video, ne 
1oveas te et occidam illum.” His verbis sarculum gravem 
alte sustulit et omnibus viribus enixus non bufonem sed 
amici pollicem elisit. : 

Haec fabula docet pollicem Aethiopis persimilem esse 
bufoni. 


ΤῊΒ BOYS: AND ΤῊΝ LOAD: 


Some barefooted negro boys were once hoeing the crops 
in a garden. One of them exclaimed, “I see a toad: hold 
still and I will kill him.” So saying, he lifted up his heavy 
hoe, and swinging it with all his might smashed, not a toad, 
but his companion’s great toe. 

The fable shows us that a negro’s toe is very like a toad. 


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MULIER ET OLEAE. 


MULIER quaedam quae nunquam olivas viderat ad coe- 
nam invitabatur ubi oleae ei apponebantur. 

Tres baccas avide sumpsit et eas dulces rata in os trusit. 
Continuo nauseavit et manibus ad faciem applicatis e coena- 
culo fugit. 

Fabula docet edacitem evitandam esse. 


THE WOMAN AND THE OLIVES. 


A woman who had never seen an olive was once invited 
to a dinner where olives were set before her. Thinking 
them to be a sweet fruit, she seized three, and thrust them 
in her mouth. Straightway she became sick at her stomach, 
and, clapping her hands to her face, ran from the dining-room. 

This fable teaches us to avoid greediness. 


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